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eddiesxangel · 7 months ago

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That’s that me, Espresso | rockstar!eddie

@mmunson86 requested: I can’t stop thinking about rockstar!Eddie x pop!Princess! reader! & its all thanks to miss SC & Espresso! Imagine they are at one of her concerts right right & she has Eddie sit in the middle of the stage! she is about to debut this song its the last song for the night and she dances on him , for him , around him & Eddie is loosing his mind so right after the concert he wastes no time and takes her into the dressing room & the rest well you know the rest 🙂‍↔️💗

Cw: modern au, Rockstar!Eddie x Pop!princes wife reader. Age gap, Eddie is a filthy simp for his girl, soft!Dom Eddie (sir), oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected), small bit of anal fingering. Talks of pregnancy.

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We are back baby!!! From the Wildflower universe, if you want more of the lore on these two.

“You ready, Angel?” Your husband smiles at you.

Husband, it still has a nice ring to it. You’ve been married just under a year. Giving birth to your little one put the wedding on the back burner, but you started the wedding planning once Lila Rose was 7 months old.

“Yeah, I think so,” you smile. You’re already in your hair and makeup, just waiting for your turn to get on stage.

The rowdy crowd of music festival goers grow impatient as the crew tirelessly works to remove the previous acts' set design.

“You think they’re going to like the new song?” You fiddle with the bedazzled mic in your hands.

“You kidding me? They’re going to love it!”

Eddie always encouraged your work, even if it wasn’t his thing. He loved every song because it was yours.

“All performers take their mark,” you hear the stage director in your ear.

You give Eddie one quick kiss and make your way to the stage.

The set went perfectly, but the riding anticipation of the new single was still in the back of your mind.

“Okay, Coachella! I’m going to need you to help me out with something.” You smile. “This is my last song of the night, and it’s brand new, so I’m a bit nervous.” You pace the stage.

“Now I have a special someone backstage with me, and I know he won’t come out unless we pressure him, so I’m going to need your help, okay?�� you walk over to side stage and look him in the eye

You knew he would kill you, but you needed him for the extra moral support, and you kinda had a plan up your sleeve.

“Come on out, Eddie, baby,” you smile, and the crow starts to chant Eddie’s name.

Feeling embarrassed and a bit proud of you for getting what you wanted. Eddie stocks onto the stage, giving a small wave, not wanting this to be about him.

“Sit,” you speak into the mic and point to the fold-out chair in centre stage.

Eddie sits, and before he can protest anymore, he hears the first few beats of the music.

“Nice,” you sing in your breathy tone your husband can’t get enough of.

Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo

Eddie really loved that last lyric. He thought it was very clever of you because he knew it was about him and how he eats you out.

Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso.

You and your dancers moved to the beat without missing a step.

I can't relate to desperation My 'give a fucks' are on vacation And I got this one boy

You turn to your husband and wink.

And he won't stop calling

You take a few short steps around to the back of the chair.

When they act this way

You lean in from behind and run your free hand down his shoulder to his chest and back up.

I know I got 'em

You swear you hear him moan.

I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer

You twirl your hair around your finger, then summon Eddie to come closer.

Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

He gets up and follows you like a puppy as you strut across the stage. My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen.

You flick up the edge of your mini skirt, and Eddie can see the lacy underwear beneath your stockings.

He needs this song to be over so he can finally have you. You've been rehearsing for this moment for months now. Stressing over it and with the baby, you and him have had hardly any time to have sex like you used to.

He's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

Eddie is back in his seat by the second bridge, and your dancing is driving him absolutely crazy. You know what you are doing. He can see it in your eyes; your mischievous gaze tells him you had this all planned out. You probably faked being nervous just to get him out here so you could seduce him.

Eddie was losing the battle of not getting hard in front of the thousands of fans watching. He couldn't help it; his bombshell of a wife was so irresistible.

Is it that sweet? I guess so That's that me, espresso

Eddie listened as you thanked the crowd. He took your hand and yanked you off stage once he thought it had been enough time for your final bow, letting you soak in this moment before he whisked you away.

“Eddie!” You squeal while trying to keep up with him in your platform go-go boots.

“Gotta have, you know,” he growls in your ear so only you can hear.

“Really baby? I worked you up that much?” You swoon.

After all this time, Eddie still makes your heart flutter. You never thought soulmates existed, but when you met Eddie, all that changed- especially after having his baby. The way he was with your newborn had you wanting to jump his bones before the doctor okayed you for sex again.

The trailer was close but not close enough in Eddie’s eyes. A thin sheen of sweat was starting to form on Eddie’s brow, and he couldn’t tell if it was from the hot Californian sun or the fact that his cock was about to bust through his jeans, and he was trying not to have anyone notice.

“Get out,” Eddie commands as the trailer door swings back. Eddie opens it so hard.

Your team looks startled as you and Eddie enter the small space.

You give them an apologetic look and they place down their stuff and leave you both alone.

“You were perfect up there.” he pulls you in for a kiss. “So fucking proud of you.” He kisses down your neck.

“Mmmm, thank you, baby”

“You’re a goddamn succubus, you know that, Angel?” Eddie shuts the door behind them and locks it before drawing the blinds.

“Is that right? Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, it is, Mrs. Munson.” Eddie pulls you in by the waist for a heated kiss. Still, after all this time, you both were so greedy for one another. Nothing can ever break the bond between the both of you… not again.

“God, Angel, you were a goddamn tease on that stage; you got me looking like a simp.”

You pull back, curious as to where he had heard that term.

“Simp?”

“VR tells me things.” Violet Rose, Eddie's oldest, whom you’ve adopted, is now twenty two.

“Okay, old man,” you giggle, and he walks you back to the sofa in the trailer’s back corner.

“Enough talking, more kissing.”

Your tailored dress, made just for you, was not easy to strip. Eddie was having a hell of a time trying to get out of it, only to groan when he saw your pantyhose as another barrier.

“Why do they make these things so tight.” He grumbles as you giggle at him.

“You weren’t complaining about it ten minutes ago,” you snide.

“Don’t make me put you over my knee.” He smirks.

“No, Sir,” you put your lip.

Finally, once you are out of your garments, Eddie kneels right between your legs.

“Baby, you’re going to hurt your knees,” You push his long hair back. “Why don’t we go -OH - to the couch” Not listening, his lips are already on your throbbing cunt.

The plus from your clit was relieved as Eddie’s tongue grazes it before quickly lapping and flicking at it.

“Oh fuck!” Your legs buckle, and your grip on Eddie’s hair tightens. He growls at the pain in his scalp, but he loves it all the same.

You feel his tongue go down, then to the left, then the right and finally circles your clit.

“Mmmmm, tastes so good, Angel”

“Please don’t stop!”

You feel Eddie's skilled tongue glide through your slick folds before you feel his hands nudge your legs, signalling to open them wider.

Eddie’s thick long fingers pump up into your warm wet cunt until you’re losing the battle to say upright. Your body is hunched over as Eddie sends waves of pleasure through you.

“Mmmm, that’s it, that’s my good girl. Cum for me.” The pads of his fingers graze you g spot each time. He doesn’t stop until he knows you are satisfied.

“That was a big one, baby; singing for me, go, you all worked up, didn’t it?” He stands and leads you to the couch until you’re lying down, legs spread nice and wide for him.

“Mmmhmmm,” you hum as you watch Eddie finally strip.

His body never looked better; he wants to be the healthiest to watch your baby grow up and maybe put another one in you soon.

“You ready for me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir, more than ready.” And it was true; it’s been a few weeks since you’ve had time to have sex, and it was long overdue.

All the pent-up sexual tension between the both of you is finally being released when Eddie's hard cock slides into yours effortlessly.

“Fuck I missed my pussy, baby girl.” His head tilts back, and you take the opportunity to suck on his neck, just as you know he likes it.

“So fucking beautiful” his cock pumped in and quickly backed out.

The tip of his dick ring never failed to make you see stars. Already you’re a moaning mess for him, cock drunk, and it’s not even been a minute yet.

“There she is, there’s my good girl” Eddie palms your tit as he continues to thrust deep inside of you. He watches your eyes roll to the back of your head, blissed out by how he makes you feel.

“More” you moan.

“More what?”

“Sir, please, I need you. Baby, I love you. I love you, please, I need it.” You babble.

Eddie's heart swells. He loves you so much he would give you the moon and stars if he could. Hearing you love him, especially when the two of you are like this, really makes him kick into high gear.

He will never take for granted those three words when you say them to him; your past is too painful not to.

“Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

“Fill me.” You pull him down into a kiss. Your tongue explores his mouth.

His hand that was planted on your waist is now travelling lower to your ass.

“This what you wanted, baby? All of your holes filled?” His finger teases your puckered hole.

“Yes!” You gasp.

“I think that can be arranged. Suck” he points his finger at your face, and you take as much of it in your mouth. You suck on it until it’s dripping with your saliva.

“Such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you and play with your ass hole.” His finger slowly glides in, and he pumps it to match the rhythm of his thrusts. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir!”

“God, I love you.” Eddie can’t help but to fuck you frivolously. The sound of wet skin slapping together filled the thin walls of the trailer.

“Please, please, please.” You were so close you could feel the pit building.

The pressure of his piercing brushing your g spot with every heavy thrust, each shape snap of his hips making him slide deep inside-mixed with the pressure of his finger pressed deep inside of you was bringing you to the edge of bliss.

“You going to come when I tell you to, Angel?”

“I can’t-can’t hold it!”

“Yes, you can,” he growls.

“F-fuck,” you curse him. You can’t hold it for much longer.

“Mmm, that’s right, babygirl. You’re going to listen to what I tell you.”

Your pussy naturally grips Eddie's cock so tight he almost loses it.

“Please, Sir. I want to cum. Please!”

The look in your eyes has Eddie reeling. The way you beg and submit to him, his perfect girl. His perfect wife, the perfect mother to his children.

“Cum” he growls, and you let out a cry of relief.

With your arms wrapped around the back of Eddie's neck, you pull him down into you on instinct. His body weight pressed into you, and your cunt grips his cock so deliciously Eddie is coming with you.

“Shit, baby girl, I think you nearly killed me that time,” Eddie chuckles as his legs give out and his total weight collapses on top of you.

You giggle dumbly as Eddie plants kisses all over your face.

You look up; his face is red and sweaty, but he’s never looked more beautiful.

“That was long overdue.” You sigh with relief.

“You’re telling me,” he chuckles with you.” “Let’s get you cleaned up, mama.”

“You trying to knock me up, Munson?” Deep down, you’d love to have another baby.

“What if I was?” He looks back over his shoulder, catching you checking out his juicy ass.

“Then I’d say we should keep practicing.”

“Wait for real?”

“You’re no,t getting any younger, “ you giggle.

“Oh, you little minx, you’re in for it.” He runs back towards you, lifts you off the couch, and plops you in his lap.

“I’m sorry!” You laugh as Eddie tickles your sides.

“You really want to start trying?” He asks genuinely.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Guess it’s time for round two, gotta make sure it really sticks.”

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crushedbyhyperbole · 11 months ago

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Whiskey on the Tongue

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: You are the forbidden fruit Dean had always wanted to taste, and when you steal his whiskey the way you do, he is powerless to resist.

Words: 2.2k

A/N: This is my first ever Supernatural fic after having started watching the show just before Christmas. I know I'm late to the game but is it ever really too late to start loving a fandom? I've tried to make the reader generic in every way other than being cis-female, and Dean finding her hot.

It's been an absolute age since I wrote anything and probably longer since I posted anything here on Tumblr but I'm getting back into it now. Hopefully this finds its way to people in the Supernatural fandom who love a bit of Dean smut.

I hope you enjoy and, as always, I value your comments and feedback.

Warnings: Smut, explicit smut, alcohol consumption, mentions of people who have passed away, profanity as standard with pretty much everything I write.

*** Minors do not read or interact - 18+ content ***

Dean let his head fall back against the headboard, clenching his fists to try to distract himself from the deep ache in his left leg. It had been falling asleep for well over an hour now, but he didn’t want to move and disturb you.

The door to his room in the bunker was closed. Locked, in fact, though he did not remember doing it. You didn’t comment or so much as move when Sam brayed on the door and tried the handle, calling out for Dean to return his book. The very book that was in your hands right now.

“I need that book back, Dean.” Sam grumbled.

“Not now, Sammy!” Dean called back, hoping his little brother would just go away.

“I’m researching Nephilim to help Cas with the Kelly situation, Dean. It’s important.” Sam became more insistent.

“I said NOT NOW, SAM!” Dean hollered with a kind of finality that even Sam wouldn’t argue with.

Outside the door, Sam huffed and stalked away. Dean looked down to see you looking up at him from your position, lay on his bed. Your head was resting on his left calf, his leg bent with his foot tucked under his right knee. You had your knees up with your foot tapping along to his banging playlist, your jeans tight around your thighs and with your head tilted back he could see all the way down the deep V of your t-shirt.

He was going to hell. Straight there. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. And he probably deserved it.

He snapped his eyes up towards the ceiling but it was too late, he could feel himself stirring uncomfortably in his jeans. If Bobby was alive he would have skinned him raw just for having you in his room. Bobby was always protective of you, his niece. You were only a couple of years younger than Sam but Bobby had made himself very clear that you were off limits.

“If you touch one single hair on her body, I’ll make you regret the day your balls dropped. Do you hear me, boy?”

Bobby Singer. That man did not mince his words. And to this day, Dean had taken that threat as gospel. Even now that Bobby was up there with the Angels, that son of a bitch would find a way to keep his word.

You shifted, causing a painful twang to shoot up his leg. The reflexive grunt he failed to stifle made you look back up at him, giving him that glorious view again.

Dean decided he could die like this. If having a dead leg was a legitimate threat to his life, he would go out happy with the view of your rack in that lacy black bra he could see within the V-shaped window of that too-tight t-shirt.

He raised his eyes, once again to heaven, asking Bobby to forgive him or give him strength or something because – god help him – he wanted to take you right then and there.

It wasn’t unusual for you to seek him out after a case when you didn’t want to be alone, but you didn’t want to talk. You would just sit while he drank, reading or working on spells. You said he quieted the noise in your head. Hell, he wasn’t going to argue, you were a sight for sore eyes every time he came home. You were wicked hot and sexy in a non-slutty way. Not that slutty was bad. Dean liked slutty. But that wasn’t you, you were different.

A drink. That’s what was missing. Dean needed a damn drink, especially if you were going to torture him by laying on him all evening.

He reached over to his bedside unit, for the bottle he kept in there for special occasions. A bottle of twenty-five-year-old Speyside single malt that he liberated from the British Men of Letters on his last interaction with Ketch.

The pour made you stir again but it wasn’t until he raised the cut crystal tumbler to his lips did you move. Your hand came up and claimed the glass from underneath, twisting it as you sat up so as not to spill any.

“Where’s yours?”

The cheeky glint in your eye had him pursing his lips in mild annoyance.

“Don’t pout.” You lifted the glass, turning it until the mark left by his lips touched yours and you sipped, looking him straight in the eye.

Dean’s jaw went slack. The glisten of the whiskey on your lips and the satisfied hum you made when you swallowed – he swallowed unconsciously when you did – made his mouth go dry. He had never seen you like this.

You moved to kneel on the bed and walked your way slowly closer, giving his leg a tap; an instruction to move it aside. He did, causing pins and needles to infest his nerves like ants swarming on a log to escape a flood.

Knelt between his spread legs, you brought the glass to your lips again, sipping at the amber liquid. You leaned in.

Dean watched you, breathing shallow, attention rapt. You hadn’t so much as touched him, yet every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire in the best possible way. The closer you got the shallower he breathed until he was almost holding his breath, looking down his nose at how close your lips were. His eyelashes looked to flutter against his cheeks just as yours did when you brushed your whiskey dappled lips against his.

He refused to lick where you had been. He couldn’t. As soon as he tasted, he would pounce, and…

“Don’t.” He croaked out when you moved to lay your lips on him once more.

You looked confused but at least you didn’t look hurt. He couldn’t bear it if you looked hurt because of him.

“Bobby…” Was all he could say through his constricting throat.

You smiled then, full of amusement, lips brushing against his, you whispered “he’ll understand.”

Dean tried not to respond to you but you coaxed his lips apart and teased your tongue to meet his, short circuiting his brain. The taste of the scotch and the sweetness of your mouth made him groan. He had fantasised about having you for years, but never did he think it would be you seducing him.

His hands on your hips guided you roughly to straddle him, the bulge in his jeans pushing up against you as you settled. He took the glass from your hands and downed the contents, his eyes on yours as he dropped the glass carelessly on the bedside unit.

Your lips met his again but this time you devoured each other, tongues stroking together, moans stifled by each other’s mouths. He trailed his hands up your body, dragging your t-shirt along with them. Finally, he could see what he had been having glimpses of this whole evening. Plush breasts cupped in scant lace that was completely impractical for a hunt, Dean realised, like you had meant to come here like this. You had intended this from the beginning.

He tore at the lace, dragging it under your breasts to free them, shoulder straps slipped down. Pawing at them like he had never touched a tittie before, all he wanted to do was suck and nip and nibble.

Your breathy sigh was divine, and the moan that followed was filthy. You cupped the back of his head as he took your nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, pressing him further, asking for more.

While he worked on your breasts you undid his belt and fly, reaching into the front of his shorts to release him from the awkward angle at which he was trapped. You stroked him, firm but slow, feeling him for the first time. You had always wondered what he had going on down there that every woman he had ever been with would come back for more at the drop of a hat. You weren’t disappointed.

Dean lifted his hips, you thought to allow you to push his jeans down but instead he flipped you, making you squeal. Once under him, he ravished your breasts anew, pinching one nipple hard while licking and sucking the other. Soon you were a mewling mess, hips writhing, begging for something he hadn’t given you yet. Excited that he had taken control away from you, you watched him sit up and yank your jeans down, lifting your legs until they were bare. Your knickers followed and he spread your legs without preamble, lowering himself between your thighs until his hair and eyes were all you could see above your mound.

“Jesus Christ of Nazareth!”

You groaned as he suckled against your sensitive spot. Fuck, he was good with his tongue. Everything about him was good except his image. Bad boy Dean Winchester. He was every woman’s wet dream. He had been your wet dream since you were seventeen. But now you were plenty old enough and finally getting what you wanted.

Bobby had told you to stay away from him when you were a kid. Dean had a reputation as a ladies man even then, but he respected your uncle Bobby enough to keep his distance… until now.

Dean dipped two fingers inside, creating pressure in exactly the right spot. You gasped and gripped his hair as your pleasure began to crest, tugging on it for dear life. He looked up at you then, to see your eyes closed against the intensity of it, neck and face flushed red with your oncoming orgasm. When it came, the pulsing of your core was his sign to slow down. He left off his suckling and stroked you through the pleasure, watching you all the while. You were a beautiful mess.

“That’s my girl.” He praised you in that deep rough tone you adored, helping prolong your climax until you took his hand away yourself. “Are you ready for me?”

You nodded, allowing him to lift your knees up and stroke the weeping tip of his cock over your swollen clit.

From the front pocket of the jeans he still wore, he pulled a foil packet with Trojan embossed on it. He was swift with its application, aiming his tip just so.

When he slid home, your eyes rolled back and you reached to grip his forearms. It was something Dean would never get tired of seeing but it felt that much different with you. You were the forbidden thing he had always wanted but could never have. Even now he didn’t know whether he would come to regret this. God, he hoped not.

Balls deep in you, he leaned forward to kiss you, wrapping your legs around his hips. His instinct was to fold you in half and pound the living shit out of you, but you were already overwhelmed and he wanted to make this soft for you.

“Tell me what you need.” He spoke softly as he nuzzled your neck.

“Just you, like this.” You sighed. Who knew Dean Winchester was a considerate lover.

His slow, measured thrusts brought you closer to the edge, your core fluttering each time, he could feel it. It surprised him how quickly is climax built at this pace, but the added connection you both shared seemed to turn him on. He would never give up Busty Asian Babe porn but he could get used to this with you.

You didn’t close your eyes against the pleasure this time, you watched him come undone above you, gasping as his orgasm made his legs and arms shake, muscles clenched tight to keep his weight from collapsing on you. When he swelled you dug your fingers into his hips to pull him deeper with each stroke, and when he spilled you also came, eyes fluttering shut finally.

Dean knelt up, slipping the rubber off as soon as he was clear of you and, tying a knot in the end, tossed it in the direction of the trash can.

“Shot.” You said with a smile as the sticky bundle went straight in the can.

He quirked and eyebrow and give you a slightly smug lopsided smirk that said: What can I say? I don’t miss.

When you moved to sit, he stopped you.

“Here, lemme get that.”

“Thanks.”

He stripped his t-shirt off and used it to clean up the wetness between your legs. Though none of it was his, it would still dribble when you moved. Afterwards he tucked it under your ass and flopped down on the bed at your side, moving his arm behind your head so you could rest it on his chest. You were both content. Both had goofy grins on your faces. Both disbelieving that you had finally gotten what you wanted.

A loud knock at the door started you.

“Are you done?” Sam said. “I need that book.”

“NO!” You and Dean shouted back in unison, laughing afterwards.

“Bobby’s gonna kill you.” Sam called back through the door.

“I KNOW!” Dean yelled gruffly, pulling you closer.

There might be a time in the future where the ghost of Bobby Singer came to make him regret the day his balls dropped and, if it happened, Dean would be happy to see him again. In the meantime, you and he could work on a whole bunch of reasons to make the cranky old bastard come down from up high for a visit.

Dean pulled the sheets over both of your heads, nibbling at your neck until you moaned his name. Aside from the roar of Baby’s engine, he had found his new favourite sound.

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azulpitlane · 1 year ago

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got love stuck part 3 please i’m begging it’s so good i need it

out of the woods I ln4

pairing: lando norris x reader, exbf! mason mount x reader summary: in which lando has to communicate his insecurities but is he too late? notes: ask and you shall receive, this one took a while cause I had it all written out then I hated it and started over😇but this is the last part!! i loved making this thank u for being so supportive considering part one was my first ever post!! now send some requests hehe part one, part two, masterlist

lando i fucked up, its too late

danny ric what do you mean its too late?

lando i texted her and no response she went to dinner with mason tonight they're probably still together right now

danny ric okay so you're jumping into conclusions AGAIN you have to have some faith in her mate and stop assuming the worst

lando she was with her ex after our breakup what am I suppose to do?

danny ric communicate, you muppet you can't just give up after one try

lando okay okay you're right, i was overthinking im booking the next flight to london

danny ric um i was thinking maybe a phone call?

lando too late, already booked it

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dailymail Trouble in paradise? Singer Y/n Y/l/n and F1 driver Lando Norris reunited in London today. Onlookers claim the two were having a heated conversation about their relationship and it is unclear whether the two are currently together or not. Was this argument result of Y/l/n's infidelity? The singer was spotted twice within this month with ex boyfriend, Mason Mount. Read more on the singer's relationship timeline with Mount and Norris in our article linked in the bio.

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user yes lets just make assumptions that y/n is a cheater based on nothing🙄

user if lando took her back ill be so mad. shes so toxic

user you have no idea what shes like in real life? you're just basing your opinion on some stupid tabloid that constantly spreads misinformation on her

user WAR IS OVER (THEYRE STILL TOGETHER IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS).

user YUP Y/N AND LANDO DEFENDER TIL I DIE user SAME IM CONVINCED SHE NEVER CHEATED IDC IDC

user this doesn't even look like a heated argument to me?? y'all be doing too much

user please let this be just a friendly conversation and her and mason got back together☹️

user its been a year, I think its time to move on from that relationship user yup!! shes clearly moved on y'all need to do it too user her relationship with lando has been messy from the start, she never had to deal with this drama with mason that's all im sayin

user this page is obsessed with y/n!! leave my girl aloneeee

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yourusername out of the woods out now.

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selenagomez on repeat already💙 liked by yourusername

user WAIT WHOS THE GUY IN THE LAST SLIDE

user HAS TO BE LANDO user praying its mase but I have a feeling its lando☹️

user the way these lyrics can apply to both mason or lando so we have no clue who its about🧍‍♀️

user and they both liked aghhhh!!!!

danielricciardo amazing song, so so proud liked by yourusername

francisca.cgomes can't stop listening im obsessed😍 liked by yourusername

user okay danny and the wags are all commenting this is a good sign for us lando and y/n defenders

alexandrasaintmleux you're so talented I love it!! liked by yourusername

user y/n dropping this after being seen with lando again, I think its time for us mason defenders to retire :(

landonorris

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landonorris want you for worse or for better, would wait forever and ever tagged yourusername

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user YES WE CAN FINALLY SAY WAR IS OVER

user I KNEW IT YES

yourusername and that's how it works💙

user these are definitely song lyrics AHHHH user landos listened to the new album omfsgnks user new album is gonna be mix of love and breakup songs with the drama methinks

user MOM AND DAD ARE DONE FIGHTING

maxfewtrell sap

user careful lando, once a cheater always a cheater

user where is the proof of her cheating?? there literally is none user they literally broke up after she was seen with mason user give up this narrative already!! her and lando are clearly happy together so who cares

yourusername

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yourusername these past few weeks have felt like a crazy, emotional train wreck but there's nobody else I would've rather done it with than my best friend and lover💙 i usually never address anything like this but there are somethings that aren't easy to shake off especially when it comes to my relationship and my loyalty being questioned. there has never been somebody who has been so perfect for me and i would never trade this love for anybody elses. i could go on and on about it but i find it easier to communicate through music.

my new album is out tonight at midnight, it is a collection of songs written from last year to now. interpret the songs as you like but just know there is only one person im in love with right now.

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user OMFG WEVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

user she just nicely told all mason x y/n supporters to stfu

user not only that but she beat the cheater allegations🙏

user THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT

user "would never trade this love for anybody elses" IMCRYIN

landonorris love you so so much, dont know what I would do without you

yourusername lan love u more🥹 user AWWW user nobody can be a mason x y/n fan after this cause they are too cute

landonorris this album is amazing, im so incredibly proud of you and everything you've been through liked by yourusername

carlossainz55 very excited for this one liked by yourusername

masonmount this was very well said, congrats on the new album!! liked by yourusername

user OMG? user in their besties era omdfsnkln user I knew they were just friends through all this!!!

user okay officially retiring the mason x y/n agenda..it was a good run

user def the end of an era but our girl is happy🫶

user now that the drama is over can we focus on how good this album is gonna be

user fr the drought is officially over

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yourusername the love for my new album has been insane, thank you guys so much!! so many records broken just on the first day of the release and i couldn't have done it without you guys💙

now it is time to hibernate for a little bit and spend some much needed time off with my loved ones so this is a lil goodbye... for now!

see ya later

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user NO COME BACK

user gave us some lando content before dipping, thank u mother

user she took 'I know places we won't be found' to a whole different level because nobody can find out where theyre vacationing

user good!! they need some privacy after this messy drama

landonorris got you all to myself now

maxfewtrell gross yourusername perv

kellypiquet ❤️‍🩹 liked by yourusername

user but will we see you at the paddock next season🥹

yourusername ofc!! catch me rooting for my babyyy

user what a crazy era. hopefully well get some performances and lando supporting after this break

landonorris will be front row at every show user wag and rockstar's bf. try not to say parents challenge omg user can't wait for the content of them supporting each other at races and concerts ahhh

yourbff pls dont make me an auntie soon im too young

yourusername okay im officially logging off.

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https://youtu.be/T9uQzj1-I5k?si=tQzcmpNYzVy3cDQs i cant get over how good she looks lately but THIS interview i’m actually foaming at the mouth

aside from loving the concept of her being so open about past relationships…the sick part of me is obsessed with the idea of rosie being in a toxic relationship because it just fits her so well. i can imagine her in a situationship but not being able to detach because 1) she’s needy and attatched, and 2) gets fucked right so its worth it.

i just want her to cry and yell in my face, throwing stuff around, literally going batshit crazy just for her to come back in a week to say sorry with *that* look on her face to get her pussy stuffed, craving your fingers or getting dicked down (g!p) cause she “can’t do it herself.”

on-and-off relationships with her, being possessive and controlling over her when she’s in different cities - whether its for her little ysl shows, or music promotions, asking who she's with, adding in a certain comment about the skin she shows, acting like she hates it but deep down knows she loves being your fixation cuz it feeds her ego lol

loving being mean to her because she knows how to take it (and *other* things) and sometimes getting an earful back, just for both of you to end up in bed tearing each other apart. like, you getting upset about her writing a song in her album, calling you out subtly on your guys' relationship, fighting in the studio in front of her team, 'embarrassing' her just for kick everyone out so you can fuck right then and there because seeing you angry gets her feeling a way oops maybe i just like arguing - 🥀

😵‍💫😵‍💫

okay but what if: you also being someone in the industry, not necessarily a singer, could an actress, a director, a writer, just both sides being put out there by you and being equally messy, you know, equal rights and people love being nosy and everyone is like this is the worst relationship ever but the next day there’s an article saying how you got back together and people simply can’t be on anyone’s side, you both are the worst !!

look, i don’t have a thing for cheating, i hate it actually, awful thing, but it’s fitting here, let’s be real. her going full taylor swift and admitting on cheating on you on her album? exactly. the drama, just sitting in her room waiting for your call or worse, for you to bang at her door mad as fuck but instead you just text her like “okay girl i fucked someone too so what lol” BUT THE THING IS you are mad, yes, you cheated, but you ARE mad and playing it cool and now so is she and it triggers this week long ass fight that culminates in, not joking, weekend long sex, the type your agent calls you because you have schedule to follow and you pick it up just to tell them to fuck off, change of plans, more important things showed up— blondie on your door looking so pissed but also wearing the most “visiting my not-so-ex-girlfriend-we-complicated to scream some facts at her but also let her know i need to feel her deep inside me” outfit she could find. and the thing you said about controlling her? omg, doing it here, the subject the discussion you are having quickly changing once you take a proper look at whatever she’s wearing with a “and what the fuck is that?” and her being sooo entitled saying “well, i have places to be” and it’s like “you do?” “yeah” “yeah?” “uh-hm” until you are already too close to her and she has nowhere to run once your hands get on her like she’s a doll. you actually loved her outfit, she looks so hot as always, and deep down you know she did it just for you… but you simply wouldn’t let her win this game.

her people probably would think she is dead or something during all weekend unless they are smart enough to contact someone that works with you because she would tell her manager oh i’m visiting someone and just leave and they wouldn’t be able to reach her as the whole time her phone is inside her bag turned off and she’s busy laying belly down with her pretty face being into the pillows and spread out, moaning and crying out for you to (not) give her holes a break, pussy leaking around four fingers and pushing up every time you tease her little asshole.

sex so good it has you apologizing to each other by the end, hands between the other’s thighs, her mouth on your tits, awkwardly muttering “sorry” against your skin.

#asks #blackpink smut #rosé smut #🥀 anon

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Fan-service

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where Noel is so starstruck by the reader, that he can't even let a word out, especially as she presses against him to finally nail a riff that has been stuck in her head.

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Oasis had been locked in the studio all week, grinding through new material. The days were dragging, and while Noel Gallagher could usually power through long sessions with determination, something had been throwing him off his rhythm lately. He sat hunched over his guitar, strumming idly while scribbling down half-finished lyrics, though his mind clearly wasn’t on the task at hand.

Across the room, Liam leaned casually against the wall, cigarette in hand, watching his older brother with a sly grin. “You’ve been well quiet lately,” Liam started, his voice cutting through the low hum of the amps. “Bit out of character, innit? Normally, you’re banging on about summat well boring by now.”

Noel shot him a look but didn’t reply, his focus stubbornly staying on his guitar.

“Oh, I get it now.” Liam smirked, dragging on his cigarette. “You’re thinkin’ about her, ain’t ya?”

At this, Noel’s fingers faltered on the strings. He didn’t say a word, but the slight stiffening of his shoulders was all Liam needed.

“Bloody hell, this is gold!” Liam’s laugh echoed through the room, and he gestured at Noel with his cigarette. “Our kid’s gone soft over that singer. What’s her name again? That band you’re always harping on about like some lovesick twat?”

“Shut it, Liam,” Noel snapped, his voice sharp but tinged with embarrassment.

“You’re always goin’ on about how talented she is, how her voice is, what’d you say, proper angelic?” Liam snorted, clearly enjoying himself. “It’s tragic, mate. Well tragic.”

“I’m not having this conversation,” Noel muttered, shaking his head as if it could physically remove the topic from existence.

“Well, you better sort it out, ‘cause they’re booked in the next studio soon, yeah?” Liam’s grin widened as he pointed out what Noel had been dreading. “She’s gonna be right down the hall. What’re you gonna do then, eh? Gonna spend the next few weeks hiding in the bogs every time she walks by?”

“Why don’t you do one and focus on something useful for once?” Noel barked, clearly over it.

“ooh touchy touchy aren't we, alright” said Liam holding up his hands in mock surrender, though the grin never left his face. “Just don’t come crying to me when she don’t even know you exist, mate.” He gave Noel one last pointed look before wandering off, still chuckling to himself.

A week later, the studio was buzzin with sound as your band arrived to record your new album. You’d barely had time to catch your breath with how fast things had been moving lately—gigs, interviews, and now this—but it was all part of the ride.

The first few days in the studio were a mix of excitement and frustration as you worked to fine-tune the tracks. Things were going well, but one song in particular was giving you trouble. The chorus needed something—a riff, a hook—but no matter how hard you and your band tried, nothing seemed to fit.

After hours of tinkering with no breakthrough, you decided to call it a night. “You lot head off,” you told your bandmates as they packed up their gear. “I’ll grab a bite and lock up.”

They nodded, wishing you goodnight as they headed out. Left alone, you wandered into the small kitchen area of the building, rummaging through the sparse offerings until you settled on a rather sad-looking snack. You leaned against the counter, chewing absentmindedly, humming away, when the melody suddenly hit you.

It was perfect. It tied the whole chorus together in your head, and you immediately knew that you couldn’t risk losing it. Tossing the wrapper in the bin, you rushed back down the corridor towards the studio room, humming the notes under your breath so you wouldn’t forget.

Reaching the door, you realized with a groan that it was locked. “Fuck,” you muttered, tugging at the handle uselessly. Of course your bandmates locked the room up on their way out.

You stood there for a moment, wracking your brain for a solution. That’s when you heard it—a faint melody drifting down the hall.

Following the sound, you found yourself in front of a door with “Oasis” scrawled on the sign. For a brief moment, nerves fluttered in your stomach. You’d heard the stories, seen the interviews - the Gallagher brothers weren’t exactly known for being approachable. But the riff was all you could think about, and with no time to hesitate, you pushed the door open.

Inside, the band had just finished playing a song, the final notes still humming in the air. Four pairs of eyes turned to you as you stepped in, looking a bit out of place but determined nonetheless.

“Hi,” you said, trying to sound casual despite the sudden silence. “Sorry to interrupt, but, uh... would you mind if I borrowed a guitar for a sec? I’ve got this riff stuck in me head, and I need to get it down before I forget.”

Nobody said a word, the room was eerily quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of their amps. You shifted awkwardly, wondering if you’d made a mistake.

“Everyone alright? Or did I walk in at a bad time?” you joked, laughing nervously.

Finally, Liam broke the silence, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, yeah, it’s all good. I’m sure Noel won’t mind you borrowing his gear. He’s a big fan.” He turned to his brother and not-so-subtly jabbed him in the ribs.

Noel, however, looked like he might spontaneously combust at any moment now. His face turned a deep shade of red as he opened his mouth to respond but found no words. Instead, he just sat there, gripping his guitar like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

The sight sent Liam into a small fit of laughter, and it wasn’t long before the rest of the band joined in. You stood there, thoroughly confused but trying not to let it show.

“Right,” you said slowly, glancing at Liam, who was practically doubled over, already in the process of nudging Noel again. “Well, maybe don’t knock your guitarist out while you’re at it. He’s important to the band, isn’t he? And, he's kinda cute too, would be a shame to lose him.”

That only made things worse. Noel somehow managed to turn an even darker shade of red, his face now matching the hue of his knit. Liam was in hysterics at this point, the rest of the band not being far behind.

You glanced at Noel again, noticing the wide-eyed, slightly panicked expression that hadn’t left his face. His grip on the guitar seemed to tighten, and his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite manage it.

“Okay,” you said, trying to suppress a smile as you addressed the room. “He might be broken or summat, but listen, I really need to get this riff out before it slips away from me.”

Before anyone could respond, you walked over to Noel and, without much thought, slid your arms around him to reach the guitar. He froze completely, every muscle in his body going stiff as you gently moved his hands to make room for yours on the neck of the instrument.

“Right, let’s see if this works,” you muttered, focused on the notes in your head. You began plucking at the strings, slowly piecing together the melody as Noel sat motionless beneath you. Your body pressed lightly against his as you leaned over him to reach the frets, completely oblivious to the utter chaos you were causing in his head.

Behind you, Liam’s laughter hit a new level. “You seeing this?” he wheezed, looking around at the rest of the band, who were also struggling to keep their composure. “Our Noel! He’s gone, mate. Completely gone.”

The room erupted into more laughter, but you couldn't hear it, too focused on the riff. Yet, you could feel Noel shifting slightly under you, as if he were trying to sink into the floor.

Finally, you played the last few notes, the riff clicking perfectly into place. “That’s it,” you said, grinning as you let the final chord ring out. “Bloody hell, I’m glad I got that down.”

You leaned closer to Noel’s ear, whispering a quick, “Thanks for this. You’re a lifesaver.”

It wasn’t until you pulled back that you noticed just how red Noel’s face was. His skin was practically glowing, and his eyes had this dazed, glassy look as he stared blankly ahead. You couldn’t help but smile, the pieces finally starting to click into place.

“Well, I should probably head off now,” you said, stepping back from Noel and addressing the room. “Thanks for letting me steal your guitarist for a bit. I really appreciate it—and I’d love to hang out properly sometime with you lot. We’ll all be stuck here for weeks, yeah?”

The rest of the band nodded, offering their goodbyes and complimenting your career so far.

As you stepped out into the hallway, shutting the door behind you, you could still hear the faint sound of Liam cackling. You shook your head, chuckling to yourself as you started walking toward the main exit.

You didn’t get far before the door burst open behind you.

“Noel wants a private meet-and-greet!” Liam’s voice rang out, his laughter following soon after as he all but dragged his older brother into the hallway by the ear.

You turned to find Noel half-protesting, his mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t quite decide what to say. Liam, on the other hand, was clearly having the time of his life, practically bouncing on his feet with glee.

“Well?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you crossed your arms. “Is that true, Noel?”

Noel opened his mouth, presumably to deny everything, but Liam cut in before he could speak. “Go on, mate. Tell her how you feel. Or d’you need me to spell it out for ya?”

“Piss off, Liam,” Noel grumbled, his voice finally returning, though his usual confidence was still nowhere to be found.

“Nah, I’ll leave you to it,” Liam said, grinning as he turned back toward the studio. “But don’t think I won’t come back if you bottle it.” With that, he disappeared back inside, leaving you and Noel alone in the hallway.

You tilted your head, studying Noel with an amused expression. “Alright, what’s this all about, then? What’s he on about?”

Noel rubbed the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at you. “It’s... it’s nothin’. He’s just taking the piss, per usual.”

“Didn’t seem like nothin’ to me,” you said, stepping closer. “Come on, Noel. Spit it out. I won’t leave you alone until you tell me what’s going on.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, fine. Look... I’m a big fan of yours, alright? I think you’re brilliant—your voice, your songwriting, the lot of it. And, uh... maybe I fancy you a little, or whatever.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through your chest at his words. “Is that so? Well, I’m flattered, really.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, looking down at his shoes. “It’s probably weird, me sayin’ all this.”

“Not weird at all,” you assured him, pulling him into a hug. “And for the record, I’d love to go out with you sometime.”

His head shot up, his eyes wide with surprise. “You serious?”

“Dead serious,” you said with a grin, though you couldn’t resist teasing him a little. “Though I can’t promise I won’t tell everyone about how red your face went earlier.”

“Not funny,” he muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. His skin burned under your lips, and when you pulled back, you noticed how dazed he looked. Something about the moment felt too perfect to pass up, so you decided to close the gap again—this time pressing your lips fully to his.

Noel stiffened for just a moment before melting into the kiss, his hands slipping to your waist, tugging you firmly against him. The heat between you was immediate, as your fingers brushed along his jawline, tracing the scruff there before burying themselves in his hair. When you tugged gently, a low groan escaped him, his breath hitching audibly as he deepened the kiss, his grip on your hips tightening possessively.

His hands grew bolder, one sliding down to the curve of your hip while the other trailed up the small of your back, his fingers skimming the fabric as if itching to touch bare skin. The pressure of his hold sent a shiver through you, and you pressed yourself closer, your body molding against his in a way that left no space between you.

The kiss turned hungrier, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that sent sparks racing down your spine. His hands weren’t still for a moment, one sliding just beneath the hem of your shirt to rest on your bare lower back, the other venturing up your side, his thumb grazing tantalizingly close to your bra clasp.

With a subtle shift, Noel pressed you gently but firmly against the wall, his body following to keep you pinned there. You felt his fingers grip your shirt, bunching the fabric like he needed something to ground him, though the way his lips never left yours suggested he was perfectly content losing himself entirely. Your hands roamed freely now—one still tugging at his hair while the other drifted down to the broad expanse of his chest.

Then, as though driven by instinct, he hooked one of your legs around his hip, his hand sliding down to your thigh to hold it in place. The new position pressed you even closer together, your body arching into his as his lips never left yours.

You gasped into his mouth, your hands tightening in his hair and pulling him even deeper into the kiss. His grip on your thigh was firm, his fingers digging in slightly as though to steady both of you. His lips trailed to your jaw, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed a line down to your neck, his teeth grazing ever so slightly.

"Christ," he muttered against your skin, his voice huskier than usual, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "You’re gonna be the death of me"

You grinned, breathless, your thumb tracing the outline of his cheek as you whispered back, "Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?"

Before either of you could take it further, a familiar voice rang out from the hallway.

"Oi! I see the meet-and-greet’s come with some extra fan service!"

You both froze. Noel’s head snapped up, his face going a deeper shade of red than you thought humanly possible. You turned toward the doorway to find Liam standing there, leaning casually against the frame with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

"Honestly, Noel," Liam continued, his voice dripping with mockery, "you’re supposed to ask for an autograph, not sexual favours."

Noel scrambled to put your leg down, his hands leaving you so fast it was almost comical, though he kept his body angled slightly in front of yours as if to shield you from Liam’s teasing.

"Fuck right off, Liam!" Noel barked, his voice sharp but his face still burning.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning around Noel to flash Liam a cheeky grin. "Well, it’s good to know you’re keeping an eye out for your brother."

"Oh, don’t worry, love," Liam said, crossing his arms. "I’ll keep this one on a leash from now on. Can’t have him getting any more ideas."

As Liam sauntered away, you turned back to Noel, biting your lip to stifle a laugh. "Well," you said softly, brushing a thumb along his jaw, "I guess we’ll definitely need to thank your brother for that."

Noel groaned, shaking his head, but the small grin tugging at his lips told you he wasn’t entirely upset.

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@shes-thunderstormssss this request was so fucking biblical, I just have to tag you, you lot please thank this absolute legend for it. Hopefully it meets your expectations, I just thought it’d be well more fun if the whole band had a laugh and tortured Noel a bit, get him proper flustered x

I proper enjoyed writin’ this, probably more than I should’ve, was expecting to have it done by tomorrow afternoon but here ya go me biblical skill knows no boundaries. Feel free to bombard me inbox with new requests, or yer apple pie recipes I don't give a toss, just love interacting with you lot xx

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Lost In Control | Bad Omens | CHAPTER 20

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⋆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. Bad Omens X ex-girlfriend and singer!Reader.

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. You and Noah had a difficult ending, but you still need to support each other for the band.

⋆ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒). melancholy, ex-boyfriends, difficult relationships, alcohol abuse, swearing, drug addiction, violence.

It's okay to not agree with the characters' attitudes during the fic. It's good to remember that the story is fiction from the author's sick mind, and of course they will make dubious decisions according to my fantasies. Nothing is done to be compared to reality.

Answer. Answer. Answer.

You rested your phone on your shoulder while spitting out toothpaste into the sink and rinsing your mouth with a quick gargle. It was the second time you brushed your teeth today. Whenever you felt nervous at home, without any significant outlet, you tended to repeat these actions as a form of comfort.

A flicker of hope sparked when the ringing finally stopped.

“Speak.”

“For fuck’s sake, I’ve been chasing you for days! Where’s what I asked you for?” you whispered, as if you weren’t alone in your house.

“Bad news. The shipment got seized as soon as it hit the city. I lost everything, including your goodies. You’ll need to wait for the next batch,” he huffed on the other end.

Your steps shifted nervously, pacing back and forth, resisting the urge to throw the phone against the wall. You breathed deeply, calculating internally the terrible toll of going over three days with nothing in your system. Biting your lips hard, you pressed them together until the metallic taste replaced the minty one.

“You can’t just tell me to wait.”

“Just from your voice, anyone can tell how desperate you are,” he chuckled. “Maybe a detox will do you good. Or you can find another supplier.”

Give in and go to Gerard because it was easier? You’d rather die.

“This isn’t about cravings, you idiot. I’m just worried about the withdrawal side effects. I have an appearance at an awards show with the band tonight, and I can’t risk showing up in this state!”

“You’ve got countless problems, and none of them are mine. Talk soon.”

His ironic tone cut through your argument, and he hung up.

Bastard.

You tore through every corner of your house as if conducting an FBI investigation. Clothes spilled out of boxes, suitcases were overturned, purses dumped, cabinets emptied.

There wasn’t a single trace. Not a crumb. Nothing left behind from a day when you were too high to notice and now might’ve been useful to ease the damned headache splitting your skull. You couldn’t even stomach breakfast; you hadn’t moved from lying flat on the living room carpet, staring at the ceiling, after the chaos you caused in your already disorganized home.

Your phone buzzed beside you, and you sighed deeply. There weren’t many options for who it might be. Groping blindly until you found the device, you exhaled softly through your nose upon seeing it was just Jolly reminding you not to be late tonight.

The band had been nominated for three awards: Artist of the Year, Album of the Year, and Song of the Year. It wasn’t like you all were overly confident, though you believed in the exceptional work poured into The Death of Peace of Mind. You and the guys joked about already having the awards in the bag, but Noah, ever the buzzkill, made sure to keep everyone grounded, always saying the band didn’t need any awards to prove how good it was.

Luckily, no one cared what he thought. And even though he’d refused to attend the event because of all that nonsense he believed, all of you overruled him and forced him to show up.

It probably wasn’t a good sign that you’d have to endure him for a few hours and still be polite, but you could try.

Your steps on the street were more hurried than usual, not just because you were running late to meet your friends. You never felt safe walking alone, and unfortunately, it wasn’t just because of the flood of hate you received online that could easily spill into real life. You feared other things, things beyond your control and your line of sight.

It was almost funny to think that someone like you could be afraid of anything, but you were.

In line at the pharmacy, you grabbed a bottle of water and six blister packs of muscle relaxers near the counter. The cashier bagged them, and you paid quickly, wasting no time to leave. Outside, you tore open one pack, downed three pills, and washed them down with water.

It wouldn’t work and wouldn’t ease the agony you felt, but it was all you had.

A few more blocks, and you’d be at the studio. Just keep up the pace and avoid distractions. But as you weaved through pedestrians, increasing your speed, your always-alert hearing picked up something that sent a chill down your spine: the repetitive click of a camera.

Your body threatened to freeze, but you forced your legs to keep moving. The feeling of being watched grew like a persistent shadow. You glanced quickly under your hood, over your shoulder, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound, but the crowd seemed like an indistinct sea of faces and movement.

Maybe it was paranoia.

That’s what you tried to convince yourself, but the sound persisted, clear and sharp. The click, followed by a short silence, then another click. Each one seemed to match the rhythm of your heart, now pounding like a frenzied drum.

What if it wasn’t paranoia?

The doubt gnawed at any shred of calm you were trying to maintain. Your steps quickened even more, and the weight of your breathing began to press on your chest. Your calves burned, but you didn’t stop. You turned corners almost without thinking, feeling sweat trickle down your temple as the sound of the camera continued, sometimes closer, sometimes farther, but always there.

You spotted the studio. Relief seemed near, but fear made you cross the street without looking. Cars honked, but you barely heard them. The gates were right in front of you, and with trembling hands, you opened them in one swift motion and shut them behind you. You stood there, pressed against the cold metal, trying to catch your breath. Your chest rose and fell uncontrollably, the sound of your breathing echoing in your ears.

"Are you okay?"

Folio's voice startled you. He was standing on the other side of the courtyard, his brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing in concern.

"You’re as pale as a wall. Did you see a ghost?"

"Yes, yes, I’m fine." Your voice came out weaker than you expected, and you swallowed hard, trying to sound convincing. "I was just in a hurry to get here."

Folio seemed to hesitate but shrugged, turning back toward the building’s entrance. You stayed there for a moment longer, your throat dry and the sound of the camera still echoing in your mind. You could have told the truth. You could have said you thought someone was following you with a camera, that the repetitive sound was stalking your steps like a phantom trail. They’d understand. It wouldn’t be the first time they dealt with stalker fans, invasions of privacy, or unauthorized surveillance.

But you didn’t know what you’d seen. You weren’t sure if there was really someone there or if it was just your mind projecting the fears you carried every time you walked alone through the streets.

Taking a deep breath, you finally pushed the gate and headed inside, but the unease lingered. Even with the studio lights and the voices of your friends in the background, you still felt the sensation of being watched. As if, somewhere out there, a pair of eyes continued following your every move.

“You shouldn’t ruin your day reading this kind of stuff online.” Jolly broke your trance as he scrolled through a website on his tablet.

“I’m just looking for entertainment,” you said, feeling each ounce of common sense leaving your brain as the hairdresser yanked on strands of your hair with force while styling it.

“Entertaining yourself by reading negative comments about you?” He laughed, sitting beside you and briefly checking his appearance in the mirror. “Maybe I haven’t told you how strange I think you are sometimes.”

“I like knowing someone hates me more than I do myself,” you let out a faint chuckle.

“I hate that kind of joke.”

He cut you off in a serious tone, his gaze dropping, making you shrug your shoulders. You felt comfortable enough in his presence to talk about the nonsense that passed through your mind, even though Jolly could be unpredictable with his responses. Sometimes, he could be gentle and understanding just by listening, and other times, he could say something so impactful it would leave you speechless.

That’s why you were friends—he knew exactly where your limits lay.

“I feel like I’m back at that show before our vacation in California in 2020 when they forced us to go on stage injured and then accused me of assaulting Noah. Sure, people already talked badly about me before, but I didn’t know the gates of hell would open that damned night.”

“I understand why you didn’t want to address it since you thought it was just between the two of you, and I partly agree…” he nodded, flexing his lips. “But you do realize Noah staying quiet contributed to people drawing whatever conclusions they wanted about you.”

“At the time, I thought he just wanted to avoid bringing up a sensitive topic for me,” you argued, offering a reasoning even you didn’t find convincing. “I was also messing up and lying to him. In my mind, if I got punished for it by letting him hurt me too, we’d be even.”

“And afterward?” he asked. “You two kept being seen together, and the internet kept tearing you apart, especially when they assumed you’d broken up, and things got even worse after the tour was canceled. I’m not bringing this up to turn you against him—not when I’m not taking sides—but I want you to understand how unfair you are every time you take what these people say as absolute truth when your only mistake was protecting him. But who protected you?”

At that moment, the silence was only more agonizing than the sound of the hairdryer.

You’d never even wanted to be protected and had never seen things from that perspective because you firmly believed you’d never need it. You’d always been enough for yourself, remember?

“I don’t think he meant any harm. We’ve never doubted that you’re his entire world, and how the aftermath of the breakup made him act like he’d died ever since. But the way Noah sees protection is very different from the way you do,” Jolly took a deep breath before continuing. “You think protecting someone is jumping in front of them, but he thinks protecting someone is putting them in a soundproof box.”

“Yes…” your voice came out as a muffled whisper.

You had the impression he didn’t try to defend you from the world because he spent most of his time trying to hide you from it.

“Stop looking at these things and reliving that time!” He said, taking the tablet from your hands and tucking it under his arm. “It’s a different time, and you’re different now, aren’t you?”

No.

“Yes, yes, of course.” You nodded, something twisting in your throat.

“Just for today, get ready and enjoy the night with that guy downstairs who’s practically throwing up from anxiety because your band is about to win an award thanks to your hard work!” He winked. “If you didn’t have such a terrible relationship, this album wouldn’t even exist. So I will always be this couple's number one fan!”

“Technically…” you raised an index finger, exaggerating a deep masculine tone. “We can’t say the award is ours yet, since Bad Omens never needed a prize to prove how good we are!”

“For fuck’s sake, Noah Sebastian, go to hell!” Jolly teased, rolling his eyes before planting a quick kiss on the top of your head and leaving the room.

The two hairstylists worked in silence, their skilled fingers gliding through your hair as clouds of nearly invisible steam rose from the flat iron. The rhythmic sound of the hair being straightened was almost hypnotic, but the silence felt louder than any other noise in the room. You sat there motionless, but your mind was already elsewhere.

Then your eyes locked on the mirror in front of you. For a moment, you simply stared at the reflection, not fully recognizing what you saw. The bright dressing room light highlighted every detail you’d normally ignore.

Your face.

The dark circles under your eyes were so pronounced they looked like someone had painted deep shadows in their place. Your skin appeared dull, lifeless, with uneven patches telling stories of sleepless nights and poor nutrition. Your collarbone, nearly skeletal, jutted out from the fabric of your robe as if trying to escape your skin. The sharp and fragile bones betrayed the thinness you tried to hide.

You tilted your head slightly, analyzing your reflection as if staring at a stranger. Your fingers, previously resting idly in your lap, moved involuntarily, rising to lightly touch your cheekbones, as if to confirm whether that thin, tired skin still belonged to you.

There was something disturbing about witnessing your own decline so starkly and undeniably. Maybe it was the contrast between the glow of the lights or the hairstylists’ effort to make everything look perfect, but you couldn’t look away.

A fleeting memory surfaced: you laughing with friends, messy hair, radiant skin, and an easy smile that now seemed to belong to someone else. Someone buried somewhere you weren’t sure you could reach anymore.

You blinked, trying to dispel the growing tightness in your chest. Your breath felt trapped, as if something was sitting on your lungs. A mix of shame and sadness rose like a lump in your throat. It was hard to accept that this—this version of you—was the result of choices that had seemed small at the time but now stacked up like bricks in a wall, isolating you from who you used to be.

The hairstylists kept working, unaware of the internal battle raging inside you. One of them said something, but you didn’t hear. You just nodded, keeping your eyes fixed on the mirror, trying to find some trace of light in that empty reflection.

A fake smile under layers of makeup, hair stiff with hairspray, and a dress so tight it nearly crushed your bones. This was you, a completely different version from what you had seen in the mirror minutes earlier.

Walking toward the studio hall to meet the guys, you struggled to fasten the bracelet on your wrist with one hand while following the sound of their parallel conversation.

As soon as you arrived, your friends howled playfully to signal their approval, and you felt your face flush from the attention.

“Cream is definitely your color!” Ruffilo exclaimed, rubbing his chin in mock amazement.

“I agree! You look like a mermaid!” Folio chimed in enthusiastically. “How can you even walk in those skinny heels? Holy shit.”

“You’ll see the result by the end of the night when my feet look like rotten sponges.” You rolled your eyes and kept walking closer to them.

“We’ll be ready to carry you!” he joked, flexing his biceps, and you couldn’t hold back your laughter for long.

“We’re late,” a dry voice cut through the air, and all the smiles faded as soon as he entered the space. “I don’t even want to go, and if you guys take any longer, I’m heading back home.”

You froze the instant you heard Noah’s voice fill the room. The weight you were carrying on your shoulders seemed to double with his presence, and, instinctively, your eyes sought his.

He stood by the door, hands in his pockets, his brow furrowed in a mix of boredom and impatience. But for a moment, he didn’t move.

His eyes were fixed on you.

Noah tried to maintain his mask of irritation, but the tension in his jaw softened as he looked at you. He blinked once, as if needing to convince himself that the vision before him was real. You had never seen him so... disoriented.

And then, something shifted.

It was as if he forgot where he was, the people around him, the noise. Everything disappeared. You were there, radiant, wrapped in that dress that seemed to embrace your figure as if it had been made for you. The subtle glow of your makeup highlighted your features in a way that was almost cruel because it was impossible to look away.

But Noah was a master of disguises, and the moment he became aware of his thoughts, he cleared his throat and looked away.

“Aren’t you all ready yet?” he repeated, his tone firmer than before, as if trying to hide behind his words.

The others exchanged quick glances, sensing the discomfort in the atmosphere. You tried to ignore how your throat seemed to close, as if you had caught onto something he didn’t want to show.

“Jolly just needs to finish his hair, and then we can leave,” Ruffilo replied, but Noah barely seemed to hear.

You took a hesitant step toward him, still struggling with the bracelet clasp.

“Noah… can you help me with this?” you asked deliberately, using the delay to buy more time for the others, your voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

He looked at you again, his eyes meeting yours briefly before shifting to the bracelet. A sigh escaped his lips, and he stepped forward, taking the delicate clasp between his fingers.

As he adjusted the accessory, your hands almost touched, and the warmth that spread across your skin felt like it ignited the air between you. He hesitated, his gaze once again captured by your proximity—by the small imperfections the makeup couldn’t conceal, by the emotions hiding behind your rehearsed smile.

“It’s done,” he finally said, stepping back abruptly, as if he needed to regain his composure.

“Thank you.”

You gave him a gentle smile, and he immediately looked away.

Of course, the two of you were in for a long night.

Flashes went off in an endless sequence, nearly blinding your vision as you paused on the red carpet. You all stood still as photographers scrambled for the perfect shot, and amidst the small chaos, you heard compliments thrown at everyone, especially you and the spot-on choice of your look.

“I admire your stylist’s courage,” Noah quipped without looking away from the cameras, “giving you a dress that might leave you completely exposed at any moment, even knowing how out of your mind you are.”

“Don’t tell me you don’t like my dress?”

"I didn't think it was anything special."

"That's not what the rest of the men at the awards think." You held back a smile and gave him a light nudge with your elbow.

"Pathetic," he growled, his tone hardening.

Luckily, before anyone around noticed the exchange of barbs between the two of you, the photo session ended, and you finally headed toward the hall.

The hall was illuminated as if every corner glowed on its own—a true celebration befitting what music meant to so many people there. You walked to the table reserved for the band, greeting a few familiar faces along the way.

"Hey!" Landon appeared and surprised you with a hug. "Damn, you look stunning!"

"Oh, thanks," you replied, slightly hesitant.

"Definitely the biggest prize tonight will go to whoever ends up with you by their side…"

"Can we sit down already?" Noah interrupted, and you cleared your throat awkwardly. "What are you even doing here? I don’t remember your dad authorizing any support for my band!"

"I'm nominated for Album of the Year." He shrugged with false modesty. "In case you forgot, we're not the only band under the label."

"Your band's name always seems to slip my mind—probably the size of its font on festival posters. But good luck with the Album of the Year," Noah said, extending a hand for a handshake. With a strained smile, Landon shook it back.

"If the criteria are the quality of compositions, I might just take this one. Not every band wastes time writing for TikTok, baby."

Noah maintained a serious demeanor as he watched Landon walk away, and you continued to the reserved seats. His eyes occasionally darted toward you, as if he were still caught up in the tension from the entrance. You tried not to let it affect you, focusing instead on politely responding to those who complimented your dress or the band’s recent success.

"Nervous?" Folio asked, leaning closer.

"Not really," you lied, adjusting your hair. "It's just another awards show, right?"

Folio chuckled softly. "Sure, just another awards show where we might beat three bigger bands with more years in the game. Totally not nerve-wracking."

"What happened to all that talk about having this award in the bag?" you teased, reminding him of one of his past remarks.

"Forget it, girl. My ass is sweating right now!" he shot back, downing a drink.

He wasn’t wrong, but you tried to mask the tightness in your chest, thinking about how much this meant to all of you. Drinking helped you stay a bit calmer, so by the time they were announcing other categories, you were on your fourth drink. The closer they got to potentially calling the band’s name, the sweatier your hands grew.

"I think you’ve had enough for tonight," he said, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the table.

"For someone who just won two categories at an awards show, you're awfully grumpy, Noah Sebastian!" you joked, whispering as you nudged him again. "Come on, you’re Artist of the Year and have Album of the Year! Let’s celebrate!"

"I can’t believe you’re drunk," he muttered, shaking his head slowly. "You know very well I’d rather have a knife stuck in my brain than be reminded of the creative process for that album."

"But you’re forced to remember it every day, singing those songs on stage for two years now."

"Maybe that’s why I’m so happy," Noah replied sarcastically, though his body remained tense as the next announcement came closer—the Song of the Year category.

You’d bet he would rather the award go to Landon than be forced to go on stage and thank people for a song he despised, one he actively pretended didn’t exist during live shows.

"And the award goes to… Just Pretend by Bad Omens!"

You and Noah exchanged looks as the applause erupted. He was frozen in his seat, unwilling to stand, his frustration clear from being denied his wish. He hated losing, but right now, Noah wished for it.

Your fingers discreetly grasped his hands on the table, gently pulling him to follow you onto the stage. With each step toward the stage, you felt the weight of emotion growing with the applause, but there was something more. Noah was beside you, and while he kept his expression composed, the slight tremor in his fingers as he held the trophy revealed what words could not.

"Well…" he began, his attention divided between the trophy and the audience. His fingers were as unsteady as the tone of his voice.

You knew every micro-expression of his and could tell he was on the verge of breaking down—not just from nerves. Noah’s mind was flooded with memories, each one torturing him all at once.

"This award means so much to us…" You discreetly took over at the microphone. Thanks to the drinks, you were braver than ever. "Just Pretend is a beautiful song written by this guy right here, who, believe it or not, never put much faith in its power. But our fans did. They gave it new meaning—something different for each person who listened and made it their favorite. We thank you for redefining it and turning a song about loss into something about gain. This award is for you!"

Applause. Deafening applause.

As you stepped off the stage for the last time that night, Noah finally looked directly at you, his eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite decipher.

"Don’t think I’m going to thank you for this," he tried to use sharp words that completely contradicted what was in his eyes.

"Oh, I won’t be able to sleep tonight without Noah Sebastian’s gratitude," you said, feigning drama as you placed a hand on your forehead, smiling when he scoffed.

"We’re going to a bar to celebrate," Noah said, tossing the invitation into the air without looking directly at you. "The whole label’s going, and if you want to come…"

"Hmm…" You pouted, taking a few hesitant steps back to the table. "Tempting invitation, but I have a better commitment."

His steps halted abruptly, and he didn’t even bother to hide it as people navigated around your frozen bodies in the main passageway. You looked over your shoulder at him, narrowing your eyes when you saw the indifference in his face melt into a single emotion: jealousy.

"Where are you going?" he asked, gripping the trophy tighter as he stared at the widening smile on your lips.

"Find out."

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h.s. | short n’ sweet (ig au) | part 2

sabrinacarpenter!reader x harry styles.

part 1

warnings: language, haters commeting, some details may not be accurate, english is not my first language. credits to the pics' owners.

🚫don’t copy, translate or put my work thru an AI.

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well this is part 2 my friends, I hope you like it ❤️ i'd love to read some feedback :)

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teawithnosugar · 1 year ago

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Singer!Ellie headcanons

AN: oh em geee, hi hi hi. I know it’s been like AWHILE and I promised a oneshot (it is still in my drafts and more than halfway done) but I’ve been crocheting for a good 8 hours straight, it’s 4am, and I put my rlly rlly old playlist on shuffle and the songs gave me IDEAS. I did not follow my usual format (???) on this cause likeeee…yk, I’m sleepy and tired and lazy. Also this isn’t like super accurate cause obviously I’m not a singer and idk how they work.

CW: none rlly, I mentioned reader wearing dresses once

★ Imagine Ellie writing music not in the Arctic Monkeys or Chase Atlantic way a lot of ppl picture but in the Boygenius (pretty common) and Ed Sheeran way iykwim.

★ She’s rich af but doesn’t spend big amounts of money unless it’s for you. It doesn’t matter if you have your own money or you didn’t ask her to— SHE WILL SPOIL YOU.

★ Picture her in the most “okay” looking clothes that are so low quality that it makes her itchy but she’s buying you Versace dresses and shit.

★ She’s never told anyone except for Jesse (you guys’ bff and her music producer) but whenever she’s planning her next tour or concert with her staff, she tries to suggest dates and times that are convenient for you to watch. She absolutely needs you in the audience for her to perform well but she would never ask you to change your schedule for her.

★ Nah but just imagine her singing smtg like Perfect or True Blue on stage and her eyes are on you legit 99% of the time and people on tiktok post abt it nonstop.

★ If you had a career that made you just as famous as her, you bet she’s saving every single edit of you she sees on tiktok or insta.

★ Obviously she has your initials carved on her guitar and obviously everyone saw.

★ She’s already written many different versions of what her vows would be once you guys got married and every time she had a new draft, she’d turn the old one(s) into songs so they wouldn’t be a waste.

★ She never told you but one of her albums was just all old drafts of her vows to you.

★ You fully trust her 100% but sometimes you need reassurance every once in awhile but you also don’t like bothering her. She tells you all the time that you could never bother but you’re stubborn so whenever she’s staying late at the studio because she’s busy she makes Jesse send pictures of her to you like once every hour or so so you could see that she was truly at work and not doing anything else (like bereal ig).

★ She also made sure to tell Jesse not to say that she told him to do it. He just says shit like “ooh like at how obsessed this bitch is with you, this new song is cheesy af” so it comes off as him teasing you instead of reassuring you.

★ Is super awkward but in a charming way.

★ Your wedding would be super private and as soon as you guys are married, she takes time off work more often to spend more time with you.

★ In conclusion, she’s down BAD

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou 2 #ellie williams headcanons

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 2 months ago

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 30

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: none (in this chapter)

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It’s still dark outside when my alarm starts blaring through the room causing me to wake up with a shock. I quickly reach over to shut it off and then look to my side where Jensen is laying on his stomach fully dressed. He rubs his face and blinks up at me.

“Mornin’ beautiful.”

“Mornin’ sleepyhead. You can go back to sleep if you want, I’ll just take a few to get ready.”

He sits up and stretches out. “Nah, I’ll walk you to work then head back to the hotel for a shower and change. What time do you finish? We can grab a quick lunch before your matinee, then I’ll drive you to the theatre?”

“Jens…I don’t-”

“I can be inconspicuous. I wanna talk to your boss anyway, I got a message from the director of the set you’ve been catering anyway.”

“Good I hope.”

He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Of course, they have a great manager running the program. He’s very impressed and I’m very proud.” He crawls over me, out of the bed and then slips into the bathroom.

I call out, “You’d better be quick in there, I really do need to get ready!” I get up and gather my clothes so I’m ready to go shower as soon as he’s done.

After a few minutes the door opens and he comes back out. He quickly pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. “All yours, Darlin’.” All I can think is that I could get used to starting my day like this. As he starts to pull away he says, “I’ll see what I can whip us up for breakfast.”

I look up at him. “You used my mouth wash, that was the rush?” I shake my head. “You’re adorable.”

“I’m sorry, I should have asked.”

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it. Thank you for staying.”

“Go get ready before you’re late.” He kisses my head and pulls back before spinning me to face the bathroom. I shower, brush my hair and teeth and get dressed in almost record time not wanting to make him wait or waste any of our time together.

When I come out Jensen has two coffees and two plates with buttered toast on the island bench. He’s typing something on his phone when I sit down beside him. I don’t try to pry, I just sip the coffee. He puts his phone down, takes a bite of his toast and then looks over at me and asks, “So what time am I picking you up?”

“11:30, but only if you want to. I won’t have much time between my shift and the show.”

“I’ll bring lunch then, something quick, easy and light. Then a proper dinner between shows?”

“I won’t say no to that. But don’t go overboard of anything, you’ve already done so much. And I obviously haven’t got much to offer,” I say holding up my half eaten toast.

We both finish eating and then he kisses my cheek. “It’s alright. But uh…Do you know any decent cafes around here where I can get a little extra?”

“Maybe…” I glance at his lips which are close to mine before my phone sounds, alerting me that it’s time to go to my shift. I pull away and stand up. I dump our empty dishes in the sink, grab my bag and then hold my hand out to Jensen as he stands up.

“Are you sure? Us, going out there together, especially holding hands…There’s already rumors. People from the theatre must’ve been recording on their phones.”

“I don’t have time to worry about it right now, I’m gonna be late.”

“Alright, come on.” He takes my hand and we walk down to the Mamma Jo’s together. Before going inside he lets go of my hand. I unlock the door and let us inside. As if playing a part perfectly, he says loudly, “So, is your boss here? I got a message from Bob Singer.”

I hear Stewie’s office door creak open and I quickly turn to face him and control the situation, “Hey Stewie, sorry, I know we’re not meant to-”

Stewie cuts me off, “It’s okay, Kiddo, I got it. Just open as usual.” He then turns to face Jensen and holds out his hand to greet him, “I’m the owner, Stewie, let’s go talk in my office, it’s more private. This place’ll get full of uncaffinated people the second she flips that sign.” Jensen shakes his hand and then follows him into the office.

I distract myself by arranging the till, filling the displays and prepping the coffee machines. Then I finally flip the sign. After a few minutes Stewie and Jensen come out of the office. Stewie comes over to me just before the customers start to realise we’re open and says, “Hey, Y/N, can you box up some stuff for this nice man to enjoy?” He looks over at Jensen, “Just let her know what you like, it’s on the house as a thank you for well, everything.”

“I’d be happy to pay,” Jensen says while looking at me.

Stewie looks at me and holds his hands up before quietly saying, “If you insist, but just tips for my best waitress and manager, nothing for the food.”

Jensen looks between us and smiles. “Works for me.” Stewie goes back into his office and then Jensen wanders around to the front of the counter and checks out the display. He quickly glances back over at me. “What’s good?”

I go to answer, but then my colleague shows up, so I put on my best professional acting, “How about I get you a selection? Any allergies, Sir?” He swallows heavily, bites his lip and then shakes his head.

I quickly place a few different treats into a box and hand it over to him. He slides his hand into his back pocket and I’m concerned he’s actually going to tip, but then he stops, leans in and lowly says, “Dessert tonight?”

I nod, and as he pulls away –despte knowing I’m playing with fire and that I shouldn’t– I say, “Enjoy your day, Sir,” with a bright smile. He shakes his head as he turns and walks out. Once he’s out of sight I turn my full attention to the slowly growing line and helping me colleague.

As we cross paths she says in a hushed tone, “You know who that was, right?”

I shake my head. “Just a customer. He was talking to Stewie when I came in, he just said to box him up something to go. I didn’t ask. Why? You think he might be one of the actors or producers from the show we’ve been catering?” I say attempting to play dumb.

“That was Dean Friggen’ Winchester!” She whisper-shouts.

“Oh, really?” I say as I walk back to hand a coffee to a customer with a smile while she works on making the next order. The next time we’re close enough to talk I ask, “Dean Winchester…Sounds familiar. Does he kill vampires or something?”

“Monsters! All kinds of monsters with his tall and sexy brother. Sam’s so angsty and brooding and sexy.”

I shake my head as I take the next coffee and go about my shift. She makes multiple comments throughout the shift as we pass each other. After a while I feel a bad about leading her on, but I know I can’t afford to be honest. However I do regret not just keeping my mouth shut. Once a couple more of our juniors arrive I finally do a quick briefing and then hang up my apron and clock out. The second I spot the black Range Rover on the street I smile and the exhaustion and regret slips from my mind. I get into the passenger seat and look over at him. His hair’s slightly damp and he’s changed into a black sweater and off-white Chinos.

“I checked it out, there’s a secluded park behind the theatre. I was thinking lunch there?” Jensen says as he pulls out from the curb.

“How are you real and why are you so set on me?”

He places his hand on my knee. “I’m definitely real, but I’m just treating you like any decent guy should. Your second question though is harder to answer. You’re just different, special…And I enjoy talking to you and spending time with you. You make my days better, you give me something to plan for, look forward to. But I uh…I don’t wanna overwhelm you. I know you’ve been through more than most.” He pulls a park overlooking the quiet park and then reaches over to the backseat. He pulls two sandwiches out of a bag and holds one out to me. “I wasn’t exactly sure what you like, but I hope it’s okay.”

“Thanks. I really can’t afford to be picky, so it’ll be great.” I unwrap the sandwich and take a bite, it’s nothing fancy, but it’s perfect; not too heavy before the show, but filling enough to make up for the meagre breakfast. After I swallow I look over at Jensen and say, “I enjoy spending time with you too. I’m not sure when I’ll be ready to make any jumps or official statements, but I’m working on it and I like where we’re at right now and the pace we’ve been moving at.”

“There’s no rush. I’m happy too.” He takes a big bite of his sandwich and after he swallows he says, “I uh…I didn’t get tickets to today’s shows but I want you to know that you’re gonna do great and that I’ll be waiting for you between them for dinner and then again after the one tonight.”

“That’s okay. It’s one thing to do the same show every night when you’re in it, but it would get boring if you see it too many times.”

“I’d never get bored of watching you, but Grease…maybe a little. But instead, I’m gonna find us something great for dinner. How against eating out together are you? If it’s a hard no ‘cause of the paps then I’ll figure out something else.”

“Yeah, not yet…But I know a place, it’s not far. If you organise the food, I’ll give you directions.”

“Perfect.”

We both finish eating while sharing small talk. He tells me some fun stories from set and I tell him about my shift after he left.

When I come out after the matinee show, having taken my rightful and comfortable role back in the back, I find Jensen’s hire car at the back of the lot and I get in. He looks me up and down taking in my hair and makeup that’s still done to save time for the next show. “Hey there Beautiful. How was it?”

“Honestly…a little strange being back in the shadows after being the lead. But it was also less stressful. So, uh, dinner?”

“I have no doubt you’ll get the lead one day. Just enjoy soaking up all the experiences along the way. And yeah, I got it covered. Directions?”

“Yeah.” I put my seatbelt on and then navigate Jensen to one of my favorite places in New York. It’s a playground that’s full of hippopotamus statues. I know it can be busy at times, so I’m just hoping mothers with young kids are not his normal demographic, but even more than that I’m hoping it’s not a place that paparazzi would go looking for celebrities.

When we get there he grabs a bag from the backseat and then follows me. I lead us down one of the back paths to a secluded, grassed area under a tree. I sit down on the lush grass and lean against the tree. Jensen passes me the food and then sits across from me.

“If I knew we were having a picnic I would’a grabbed a blanket.”

I look around and then it dawns on me that I’ve taken a rich TV Star to an old park to eat on the dirt. I instantly feel ashamed and embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I should’ve come up with something better. I can’t believe I…when it’s just us sometimes I forget the life you’re likely accustomed to…“

He reaches out and gently squeezes my outstretched leg. “Hey, I don’t mind. It's been a long time since I had a picnic but I enjoy the outdoors and it’s quiet. I’m not complaining. It’s actually nice that you just treat me like a normal guy, I love my job but it doesn’t change who I am. And the fact that you generally don’t treat me any differently is probably what draws me to you so much.”

“I swear one day we’ll go somewhere that’s up to your standards.”

He pats my leg. “Who says this isn’t up to my standards? Who wouldn’t want to eat dinner in a park full of hippos?” He says as he gestures over at the playground full of cement hippo statues. “Now, shall we eat before we run out of time?”

I shake my head and let out a breathy laugh as I open the paper bag. I pull out the cardboard boxes and Jensen describes everything he bought.

Once we finish eating, Jensen takes the rubbish to the bin and then comes back over and sits beside me. I scoot forward to let him lean against the tree and then he pulls me so my back is leaning against his chest while his legs are stretched out either side of me. His arms wrap around my shoulders holding me close. We both sit quietly together and watch the few children playing on the playground and riding fake hippos.

After a few minutes he breaks our quiet, “Don’t take this the wrong way, it’s pure curiosity nothing more…but would you ever want kids?”

Without needing to think too much I nod. “With the right guy, at the right time, yeah. When I can afford to give them the life they deserve. You?

“With the right girl, at the right time…my work keeps me so busy, I’d need someone that can understand that, but I also want to be in a position where I wouldn’t have to miss so much.”

I place my hand on his knee and twist slightly so I can look up at him. “Are you sure you’re happy to wait for me?”

He looks down and meets my eyes, “Absolutely. Look…I’d ask you out right now, but I know you’ve been through a lot and you’re just finally getting the help you need. So I’m happy to wait and just be here for you until you’re ready.”

“Thanks. I want to be with you…I just-“

“I know. No rush.”

Knowing our time is almost up by the setting sun, I try to lift the mood back up, “Oh, you know do you?” I say teasingly as I squeeze his knee.

He tilts his head down so his lips are near my ear. “As a matter of fact, I do. You wanna know why?” I nod and he continues, “Because you’re letting me hold you, you let me kiss you at times, and you continue to open up to me. But we’re doing this all at your pace.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

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emelinstriker · 2 years ago

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Nezha ♡ A Special Stranger

Just a short one-shot of how you met Nezha. c:

Also, Honkai: Star Rail came out and now I'm stuck at TL41 with SU World 6 done and am still stuck on FH 11 cuz I only can make one team side work well. Got basically no other content besides that anymore and speedran 3 other accs to TB15 in under 3 hours each out of boredom. I'm a proud E1 Gepard main tho. :D

♡ Part 1 | ♡ Part 2 | ♡ Part 3

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡

You actually met your boyfriend on accident. The Monkey King apparently stole a very important item from the Celestial Realm, and said item was being guarded by Nezha. He never told you about what exactly went down, just that he was basically hunting him down for a while over some set of rings.

Either way, he ended up at Lantern City and knew Sun Wukong would be there. But he didn't want to garner attention or cause a scene with all the mortals around, so he slipped into the crowd with a cloak, waiting for an opportunity to confront the Monkey King... Honestly roaming the streets of the city was a little unnerving considering most of the merch they had was related to Sun Wukong in some way...

But then he bumped into you. Or rather, the side of your backpack. You were enjoying your time as tourist and weren't alarmed at his cloaked look. You were able to still see his handsome face after all. "Sorry...", he said before slowly trying to walk away again. However, something told you to strike up a conversation with him, so you did.

"H- Hey! Wait up!" Nezha stopped in his tracks as he turned back around to face you. "Are you a local? Do you know about any sights here other than the giant lantern?"

And that's when you both got caught up in a conversation. Oddly enough, the people around you were loud, yet Nezha had no problem ignoring the sounds to solely focus on you. He didn't seem interested in talking to you at first, mainly due to him being on a mission. But then you brought up the topic of how you were a fan of stories about the Celestial Realm. The way you got excited about this topic piqued his interest... You could tell based on how he suddenly started talking a lot more. You did find it interesting how he knew about even more stories than you though. He even added in more details to moments you only vaguely knew of.

Apparently his talk with you was so fun and distracting that he didn't even notice Sun Wukong suddenly being on stage: Until the pig holding the mic started singing so loud you had to cover your ears. It wasn't exactly the volume itself that got to you, it was mainly just the sudden volume change without warning that hurt. People closer to the stage even seemed to have been blown away by his voice... literally. Nezha took notice of your discomfort and looked over at the stage, now taking notice of the nervously smiling Monkey King. He glared in his direction before making his decision.

The Lotus Prince put one hand on your back and started to lightly push you away from the stage and away from the crowd. "C'mon", he mouthed over the singer's voice as he lead you to a more quiet area. You were still able to hear the stage rather clearly, but your ears were no longer in pain. He made sure you were okay first before telling you that it was getting late and he slowly needed to go. You asked him if you'd see him again, and he couldn't stop himself from smirking.

"As much as I'd love to see you again, I don't think my job allows me to have the time to look for you..." You tilted your head in confusion, prompting him to continue. His mouth formed a straight line. "...Let's just say I'm a guard."

You let out a quiet 'Oh, okay' before your disappointed gaze avoided eye contact. Nezha sighed, placing one hand behind his neck. "Look, you're nice to talk to, but we're both tourists here and would have to part ways anyway. I'm just your average stranger, after all."

Now, that just gave you a funny idea.

You took off your backpack, placing it in on the ground between the two of you before pulling out a cap that was white on the front half and red everywhere else. Afterwards you pulled out one of your pens and started to write on the front. Then you handed the cap to the cloaked Lotus Prince. "Here you go!"

He looked at you in confusion after reading out the words you wrote on it. "(Y/N)'s Special Stranger...?"

"We may have to part ways, but that doesn't mean I can't give you some sort of souvenir... If you think this is kinda funny too, that is. You can just get rid of the cap if you don't want it... I haven't been able to use it much anyway", you commented. However, instead of throwing it away or handing it back to you, the stranger let out a chuckle in amusement.

"Well, it certainly is funny. Thank you, (Y/N). I'll keep it, don't worry", he said as he gave you a small smile. But it was enough to make the rest of your day all the better. However, you decided to ask one last thing with a grin...

"Before you go, what's your name, dear special stranger of mine?"

He rolled his eyes with an amused smile before answering with a name that surprised you, as it seemed very familiar.

"Nezha."

...

"So that's why you're wearing this thing", the Monkey King connected the dots in his mind as he looked at the words written on the Lotus Prince's newfound cap.

He sadly wasn't able to wear it during the time the entire Lady Bone Demon crisis happened, but now he finally got to wear it in peace... for the most part. Because Sun Wukong came to visit him and immediately had to tease him over the obvious claim written on his friend's new hat by a mortal.

The simian gave him yet another smug grin. "Are you going to try see them again? Your lovely stranger~?"

Nezha felt his cheeks heat up as one of his hands moved to lower his cap in the front a bit, seemingly trying to hide his face... and failing. "I already told them I can't. The Samadhi Fire's map may have probably been the most important item I was supposed to guard, but there are still other items I was tasked to watch over."

Wukong's expression then quickly turned into an unamused one. "Seriously? You're not even trying to look for them on the side for like five minutes a day?"

"How would I be able to find them within five minutes? I don't even know where they're from!"

"Fine then! I'll find them for you-" The Monkey King exclaimed before suddenly grabbing Nezha's cap, ripping it off his head before placing it on his own, smiling brightly with his thumbs up. "Take my help as a little gift for your love life. See you in a bit, Nezha!"

The simian then quickly summoned his cloud before zooming off into the skies, leaving a completely red-faced Lotus Prince behind. Whether the red colors came from pure rage or pure embarrassment was hard to tell. It seemed to be more of a mixed case. He cursed under his breath before using his own abilities to go after the monkey.

"SUN WUKONG!!"

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amybloomz · 14 days ago

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ᯓ★ boy it would kill you to try

in which Billy Dunne and Daisy Jones are locked inside the studio in the middle of a heatwave. alone. together. or , Billy is forced to listen to Daisy’s insane yaps while they wait for the band to come back

author’s note: yk what i don’t even know what possessed me to write this.. i hope everyone’s having / had a good christmas if they celebrate!! consider this as a late gift of some sort<3

it was hot. too hot. Daisy desperately needed to leave this so very hot studio and go for a walk. maybe, coincidentally, ending up somewhere where she can buy some substances to help her through this heat without bashing Billy’s head into a wall. one could only dream.

the rest of the band had left to go on break and Teddy had done the same, locking the studio behind him and forgetting about the singers still working on their songs. waves of heat hit Billy, beads of sweat dripping down his skin. it was too hot.

“it would be better if we had a tour boat, don’t you think?” Daisy starts up. Billy offers her a confused glance. “instead of being stuck here cooking inside this studio we could’ve just jumped off the edge of the boat and cooled down in the water.” she continues, but Billy still doesn’t change his expression. “never mind..”

silence consumes the two again. they’re leant against the wall, trying to absorb the coolness from the tiles. it doesn’t take away from the harsh, relentless heat.

“does the studio have an ac?” Daisy asks, staring at Billy blankly.

“its broken right now, that’s why there’s a small fan outside.” he replies bluntly.

“oh! that reminds me of this one time, i was staying at a hotel in chicago and the ac stopped working in the whole building so instead of an ac they put like ten fans in each room!! their electricity bill must’ve sky rocketed that month.” she rambles on and on and Billy is the only one left that’s forced to listen.

he watches her mouth as she speaks. soft, pink lips moving so gracefully. as she tells her story they curve up into a smile, finding humour in the situation she was put in. it caused a smile to appear on his own face for just a second.

“would it kill you to smile? just once?” Daisy questions in a teasing tone. Billy simply stares back at her, his face unchanging. “would it kill you to stop talking for more than five minutes?”

Daisy gasps in false offence, clutching her shirt and falling back onto the floor. with a hand placed to her head like a distressed maiden she exclaims, “oh Billy!! you truly wound me! how could you ever say such a horrible thing?!” she fails to hide the giggle in her voice, causing an amused smirk to creep it’s way onto Billy’s face.

“oh i’m truly terrible, whatever must i do to make it up to you Daisy Jones?” he plays along much to Daisy’s delight, and she sits up all too quickly.

“..if i tell you, you must promise to mean it!” Daisy says excitedly, her smile growing. Billy pretends to bow, placing his hand over his heart. “i promise Daisy Jones,”

“i think we should get a tour boat” she replies almost instantly. a chuckle escapes from Billy’s lips at her answer.

“we’ll see..”

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the-cactus-taco · 1 month ago

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Hell yeah y’all I’m back with more of this fic! Sorry, haven’t been updating mirror versus ask blog recently. I’m on a writing kick. So hopefully I get back to that soon

again, sorry for spelling mistakes.

Dreams of your future

Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3

Ships: Y/N x the outliers

CW: poor family relationships / poor mental health

You spent the next few hours slowly coming to. And getting to know your new temporary roommates. You told them the basics about yourself, and some funny stories and fun facts. Tearing up when you thought about your old life to much. And they returned the favor.

You learned that dust doesn’t talk. Because he can’t. something about losing his vocal cords. You learned that error’s body is the way that it is because of code radiation that used to infest the antivoid. He Told you it’s fine now because of something related to a “heart” but he wouldn’t tell you any specifics.

You learned horror loves to bake! That Got you pretty excited to try some of his work. Apparently their team name is “the outliers” and there’s a bunch of other teams in the Multiverse. Some good, most bad. It’s their job as protectors too well, protect. And try to stop whatever evil gangs they come across.

you learned they’re all in a band! “Mew mew and the outliers.” Apparently the band name came first. error is the lead singer, but doesn’t like going on stage so he has to wear a mask and perform as a character. you ask him if that’s considered drag since the character is a girl, and killer immediately replies with an enthusiastic yes. Telling you he also does drag.

You learned that nova has a brother, but he doesn’t like talking about him. Saying he “lost him a long time ago” and “The person his is now is someone I don’t know.” You related to Nova quite a bit. Your relationship with family wasn’t exactly the greatest back home. You ask him if he wants to get to know the person his brother is now. He says absolutely, but his brother runs one of the most dangerous gangs in the Multiverse. So it’s complicated.

It was getting pretty late at this point. Apparently. you don’t really have a good sense of time. You all had been talking for quite a while. Horror had excused himself, dust following behind. You remember telling him about one of your favorite foods in your earlier conversation. And when he returned with dust, he had that exact thing on a plate for you.

“I figured… it could make ya…. Feel better.” The large skeleton said with a smile, handing you your food. Nova assisted you in sitting up, careful not to agitate your wounds. Once you were upright, you began to dig in. As you took the first bite, could be tears in your eyes. Your favorite food was always something you’d eat when things were going wrong. A piece of comfort that you could always rely on. You weren’t sure if it was because of just how bad the situation was, or because of horror’s cooking… but in that moment, your favorite food had never tasted better.

Horror and the others looked knowingly at you as you started to cry. Like they had all been in your position before. Horror slowly approached you, putting his hand on your shoulders. “Hey… it’s ok to cry… you’ll be ok… we promise.” The sympathy in his eyes caused you to crack even more. You sniffled as you stared at him. “Do you… need a hug?” He said, tilting his head and opening his arms. After a moment of pause, you set your food aside and slowly nod.

He takes you into his arms, careful not to hurt you. His warmth and the plush of his jacket snap the final straw. You hug back, crying into his shoulder. He squeezes you tighter just slightly. The extra pressure is extremely welcome. He lets you cry for quite a while, before you part. You manage to thank him through shaky breath. He Delicately wipes the tears from your eyes with his thumb. “anytime… we’re here… for you.” He says

Your face warms were he touched you as you go back to eating. dust brings up the idea of watching a movie. They all agreed to let you pick because your the “guest of honor” so to speak. You haven’t heard a single movie out of their selection. Probably because they all come from alternate universes. You pick out one about trucks getting possessed by aliens or something, and error perks up immediately. Saying “oh my god this one is SO BAD it’s AMAZING.” And ranting about the apparent cinematic disaster you’re about to view.

You start the movie and- wait is this a horror movie? Wait… oh. Oh my god. It’s bad. It’s really that bad. So bad in fact, it turns right around to being so damn funny. You all agreed that you should be able to talk during this movie because joking around is part of the fun. But no one was really able to because you were all laughing your asses off. Apparently only Dust and error had seen this movie before so everyone else is losing their mind right along with you.

After a long night of joking around and laughing hysterically about evil alien semi trucks, error stands up and says it’s probably time to start heading to bed. You ask if you’ll be sleeping on the couch. “Oh no dear—” Nova explained “we have a guest room just for you.”

“allow me.” He said, and began to assist you up on to your feet. You try to take a step, but the pain in your stomach stops you. You nearly fall over, but nova is there to catch you. “do you not think you can walk?” He asked. You don’t think you can, and you tell him as much. He hums to himself for a moment, before seemingly getting an idea. “Here, may I?” He asks, holding you up. you nod your head. Not actually sure what he was applying.

In one swift motion, nova sweeps you up into his arms. You yelp at the sudden movement, causing nova to glance down to you. “Are you alright?” He questions. You slowly nod as blush fills your cheeks. “Good. Let’s get you some rest.” He replies

“Error, could you open the tent for us?” Nova called. Walking away with you. “Of Corse!” Error replied. Pulling strings from his eyes that caused the knitted walls to part. The blinding white of the outside caused you to squint your eyes tight as you hissed through your teeth.

Nova was squinting as well, blinking over and over to try and get his eyes to adjust faster. After you a moment, he begins walking off into the white void. You ask where you’re going. “Our guest bedroom of course.” He replies. The two of you soon come across a blue door. You had seen a couple other doors connected to nothing in the void thus far. Nova reached out with one of his tentacles to open it.

Turning and handel and going inside, the room was simple. Just a bed and adjacent desk and dresser. there was nothing on the walls except for window with the curtains drawn. Nova walks slowly over to bed and gingerly places you down. Careful not to agitate you. After setting you on the bed, nova kneels by your side.

“Now my friend, you suffer from nightmares… is that right?” Bad ones. Ever since that day, you never been able to get a good nights rest. You explain your situation to nova. He looks at you with sympathy in his eyes and warmth in his smile “then I will assist you, if you so desire.” You do. “Oh, one thing however…”

“My connection to your mind will be stronger if I am closer to you. I would have asked you before, but I could not, it was quite a dire situation. So if I may, how comfortable are you with touch?”

You ask him if you can sit on his lap like you were when you first woke up. “Oh! Are your nightmares that intense?”

You say yes… but you also just want to be with him again. It felt so… right. Being in his arms. “Alright then. I’ll go tell the others I’ll be staying with you.” Nova stood from his place beside you and felt the room. You… hadn’t been without them all since you woke up. You felt so alone.

The weight of your situation began to sink in again. You tried to sit up, but only hurt your stomach more. Tears pricked at your eyes… you tried to keep yourself from thinking about your old home. Your old friends. But you just— can’t stop. Until…

The door handle twists as nova returns. And… everyone else too? “*Sigh* my apologies…” nova began “I told the others I would be here with you tonight, and they insisted a slumber party was in order.”

Error piped up from behind his tall pink friend “if you’ll have us! Of course…” you welcome them all with open if somewhat confused arms. Why would they all want to stay with you…? You’ve just met— did they all really find you that interesting? Although there’s a part of you that’s warmed by the thought of them wanting to be with you… None the less you tell them you’d love a slumber party.

Error sighs in relief, killer pumps their fist in the air, horror claps excitedly, and dust simply walks in and sets down a massive armload of pillows. While everyone else was getting comfortable, error slunk over to you. “H-hey… sorry if we’re coming on too strong— we all just think you’re really cool after hanging out… we don’t have to sleep here really— just tell us if it’s to much ok?”

You pause for moment, taking in the fact that they all apparently think you’re so cool after one hang out that a slumber party was in order, before calming error’s worries. You told him truthfully that you liked them all too. And getting more opportunities to be with them was fantastic. A weight seemed to lift from error’s shoulders. “Woo, ok— awesome! Just tell us if you need anything alright?” You nod and smile warmly at him.

After helping everyone settle, nova approaches you again. “Pardon me, but Are you sure you would like us to be that close again? A connection that strong would not be required to sooth your mind. I’m simply concerned you are forcing your because you think it necessary.”

You question yourself for a moment, you’ve only just met him… but then… you remember the way he looked at you. The deftness in which he held you. The warm hum of his magic as you lie on his chest. You reassure nova that you don’t mind. You want to make sure the your connection is extra strong so you can actually rest. You also just want to be close to him again… but you don’t tell him that part.

He looks at you with that god damned smile of his… gods you can’t get enough of it. The way he looks at you just wrapping around your soul like a warm embrace. “Of course… “ he says “allow me.”

The dryad bends down and gently moves you over so he can lay down beside you. You feel his tendrils wrapping around you as he gently lifts you up above the mattress. After scooting to the middle of the bed, he gingerly places you on top of him. Your head resting on his chest again.

You melt into his hold as he takes one of your hands in his own. Your body relaxing as he takes his other hand and gently places it on your stomach. Using his healing magic to sooth your pain. “Rest now my dear friend. We are here to protect you. You are safe now.”

His silken words echo in your mind as the chatter of the others around fills the room with warmth. The hum of nova’s powerful soul finally lulls you into the one thing you thought you’d never experience again… calming, restful… sleep.

(Extra note: the movie they watched is Stephen King’s maximum overdrive. It’s an absolute shit show would highly recommend with friends)

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I'm Afraid I Love You

series summary:

Achilles Pelides is a superstar singer whose music is constantly flying off the charts. From hit singles to sold out concerts, the singer has garnered a huge fanbase who watches his every move.

When Patroclus—an overworked nurse from a small town—attends Achilles’s concert one night, he is unexpectedly thrust into the singer’s world of fame.

As the two navigate the unique situation they find themselves in, the pair learn more about each other and themselves, and somehow manage to fall in love along the way.

Part 1

I just wanna follow up And say that you mean everything to me But I'm still so scared to tell the truth I'm afraid I love you I’m Afraid I Love You | Adam Melchor

pairing: singer!Achilles x Patroclus

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“Singing Sensation Achilles Caught in Bar Fight With Troy Band Member, Hector”

“Spoiled or Successful? Achilles’s Reckless Actions Have Fans Questioning”

The article titles were projected onto the large screen in the dimly lit conference room. A click resounded in the otherwise quiet atmosphere and the slide changed to a selection of comments.

flowerfields23: Honestly not surprised. He always seemed to have too much of an ego.

troy4ever: that guy is so overrated. definitely needs to be knocked down a peg or two. i just hope hector isn’t hurt :(

willowtree: he has an amazing voice and is super talented, but he’s been acting way too wildly lately

kaoriii: ^^ agreed! i miss the way he was at the start of his career…

The screen shut off after a moment and the lights flicked back on, breaking the silence within the room. Achilles blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.

Before him sat two people, both of which had deep frowns set upon their faces. Achilles went to speak, but was cut off just as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Don’t,” one of them, a woman with long dark hair, hissed, causing Achilles to snap his mouth shut.

The other one in the room, an older bearded man, began to speak. “Achilles,” he started slowly, “I have had many musical talents come through Mycenae Records, all of which have gone on to have successful careers. As the founder and owner of this company, I have an esteemed reputation to uphold. One that your actions will not tarnish.”

“Agamemnon—” A sharp look caused Achilles to backtrack, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Sir, it wasn’t my fault. You know how Hector is.” He knew he sounded like a petulant child, but he was too frustrated to care.

“It doesn’t matter whose fault it was. You still should have handled yourself with more dignity,” the dark haired woman chimed in.

“Thetis is right,” Agamemnon said before Achilles had a chance to respond. “This isn’t the first instance of your rebellious outbursts either. You haven’t been showing up to practice and recording sessions, you haven’t written a new song in ages. You seem to favor going to nightclubs and raucous parties instead. You ought to be ashamed of yourself!”

Achilles bristled at the words. “I come to enough practices, and it’s not like I’ve run out of talent. The fans still love me.”

“Do they? Because according to these comments, they’ve been having doubts. Sales of your music have been decreasing since you’ve been acting so recklessly. You have an upcoming tour, and it won’t do to have lost so many followers because of your mistakes.

“Because of this, your mother and I have worked out a plan to ensure your continued success,” Agamemnon continued speaking. “We believe that setting you up with a partner will ease peoples’ worries surrounding your career. If they see you as a caring and devoted boyfriend, then they will surely realize that you have turned a new leaf, and left your rebellious phase behind.”

“What?” the golden haired man turned to Thetis in shock. “Mother, is he serious? This is unnecessary.”

“Yes, Achilles. We believe that this will be the best course of action to undo the damage that you are causing.” The woman looked calm in the face of her son’s irritation. “We’ve discussed potential partners who would benefit us. The girl from the Scyros label, Deidameia, is a fantastic option. Both of our companies would benefit from the pairing.”

Achilles scoffed. His father would never have approved of this if he were still alive. Ever since his mother took over as one of Mycenae Records’ managers, both she and Agamemnon had been working him harder than ever before. Nevermind his own personal goals and happiness.

“This is unbelievable,” Achilles muttered. “A fake relationship just to make the press happy? How cliché.”

“This topic is not under discussion. Our decision is final. We will arrange plans to launch the relationship before you begin your tour,” the bearded man said, gathering his papers together and beginning to stand.

With a huff, Achilles stood. Fists clenched, brows furrowed, he marched towards the exit. Without sparing the others in the room any last glance he left, the door slamming shut behind him.

He would not be making this easy for them.

“Guess what?”

The front door to Patroclus’s apartment flew open and footsteps hurriedly approached Patroclus as he sprawled along the sofa, book in hand.

The man took a moment to finish the sentence he had been reading, eyes roaming the page for a moment before he marked his spot and looked up at the visitor.

“Nikolaos,” Patroclus greeted his dark blonde haired friend. “What’s up?”

It was then that Patroclus’s roommate, Briseis, walked out, using a towel to dry her damp hair. “What’s going on?” she questioned as her eyes landed on the tall blonde. “Oh, hey Nikolaos.”

“Good! You’re both here,” their friend grinned, walking over to guide Briseis to the sofa. Nikolaos gently pushed Patroclus’s legs down so that he was in a sitting position to make room for Briseis to sit.

A phone was thrust into the roommates’ faces. They exchanged a questioning look and then turned their attention to the screen in front of them. The page that Nikolaos had opened appeared to be a purchase confirmation for three concert tickets. Upon further inspection, the musician for the concert appeared to be—

“Achilles?” Briseis read aloud.

“Yep! It took ages waiting in the queue to get these, but I got one for me, you, and Patroclus!”

Patroclus looked at his friend standing in front of him. He had heard a few of the musician’s songs and he had to admit the man had talent, but he didn’t consider himself a huge fan. He knew that Achilles is a very famous singer though, and Nikolaos was clearly ecstatic at having secured the tickets.

“I don’t know…,” Patroclus trailed off in thought. The concert scene was never really his forte.

“I’m really happy for you for getting these, Nik, but I’m not sure. I mean, I’ve heard Achilles has quite the ego, and that he’s been pretty unruly as of late,” Briseis said.

Nikolaos pouted, looking between the two seated in front of him. “C’mon guys, his music is great! And you shouldn’t believe everything you hear online.” He then turned to speak directly to Patroclus. “It’d be a nice break from the hospital too! You’ve been working way more shifts than I have, Pat. You deserve a break.”

Patroclus sighed, considering.

Briseis looked at her friend, biting her lip. Nikolaos was right, Patroclus had been working himself to death at his nursing job. Since he was newly out of university, it seemed like his superiors had been pawning off all of their dirty work onto him. She didn’t like seeing her best friend so exhausted nearly every day of the week.

“He’s right, Pat. Maybe it would be nice to get out and do something fun for once. Achilles does have pretty good music, and it's not like we’ll actually run into the guy.”

Patroclus was silent for a moment before nodding with a soft smile. “Alright… Let’s go.” They were right, he desperately needed a break and to have fun with his friends.

“Yes!” Nikolaos exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air in success. He pulled both of his friends into a hug, evoking an ‘Oomph!’ from Patroclus and a chuckle from Briseis. “I’ll pick you guys up around eight tonight!”

Without waiting for a response, the blonde skipped out the apartment door, leaving his friends in anticipation for the night to come.

By the time eight o’clock rolled around, Patroclus was dressed in black distressed skinny jeans and an oversized white tee shirt that showed off his collarbones. Normally this wasn’t his outfit of choice, but Briseis had convinced him to step out of his comfort zone. She even managed to put on a touch of eyeliner, making his eyes stand out beautifully.

It wasn’t long before Nikolaos drove up to their apartment and the three arrived at the concert venue. The entire stadium was packed, and the excitement was palpable as they made their way through the crowds and towards their seats.

“By the way, Pat,” Briseis shouted over the noise once they reached their seats, “You look hot. Maybe Achilles will notice you.” She gave her friend a nudge and a teasing eyebrow wiggle, to which Patroclus looked away sheepishly. He was thankful that the dark lighting of the stadium concealed the heat that rose in his cheeks.

“Oh, shush,” he playfully swatted at Nikolaos who had started cackling at Briseis’s jest. “Hey, I think the concert is starting!”

He seemed to be right, as the lights darkened almost fully, and the buzz of excitement grew quieter throughout the venue as everyone turned to watch the stage in anticipation.

Right on cue, the opening beats of one of Achilles’s most popular songs—Chrysafénios—started to play softly, before increasing in volume. Cheers from the audience rang throughout the venue as the lights on stage flashed along with the beat. Before long, Achilles appeared from a platform that had been raised in the middle of the stage, causing the crowd to become even louder.

As the singer started singing the first few lines, the large screens to the sides of the stage zoomed in on his face.

Patroclus looked at the man on the screen and his eyes widened ever so slightly. He looked… angelic. Golden locks that fell delicately around his face, chiseled features, and eyes the color of sea glass. He looked as if he were sculpted by the gods themselves.

Patroclus had never paid much attention to the singer’s appearance before, only seeing the occasional picture or two in a news article. Admittedly, the man was gorgeous and Patroclus could understand how he has obtained such a devoted fanbase.

Eventually, he managed to pull his gaze away from the closeup of Achilles and instead focus on the music.

Even the man’s voice is ethereal, seamlessly hitting every note. It almost sounded exactly the same as the studio recording of the song. Although, Patroclus couldn’t help but notice a certain… edge to his voice. Almost as if he was… angry?

Looking Achilles over on the screen again, Patroclus didn’t miss the subtle furrow of his eyebrows and the fire in his eyes. Maybe he was wrong and the man wasn’t actually irritated, but something still seemed off to him. After a minute of thought, Patroclus shrugged off the idea, chalking it up to theatrics for performance sake.

The time flew by quickly, and nearly two hours later, the concert ended with Achilles bowing and thanking the crowd for their continued support with a charming grin. He also mentioned his upcoming tour, which would start in a few days and be held over a few months. Patroclus recalled Nikolaos excitedly rambling about the tour when it was first announced, determined to snag seats to one of the shows.

“Well,” Nikolaos said with a wide smile, “What’d you guys think? He’s great, huh?”

“He’s actually pretty good!” Briseis agreed.

“He’s very talented,” Patroclus added as they made their way out of their seats and towards the front of the stadium to leave. “I didn’t know that Achilles had such a variety of styles in his music.”

The setlist had contained songs from several genres ranging from pop, to fast paced rock, to soft indie ballads. The man sure had range.

“Right? He’s amazing,” Nikolaos gushed. “Oh, crap!” As they rounded the corner his eyes landed on the merchandise booth that had been set up. “I forgot to stop by the merch table earlier, I was so excited! We have to get something.”

“You guys go ahead,” Patroclus said, eyeing the amount of people who were rushing to get their hands on Achilles memorabilia. “I’ll head outside and wait for you.” He wasn’t particularly excited to stand in a long queue with so many people for who knows how long.

“Ok!” the blonde responded, already pulling Briseis towards the merch line. “You want anything?”

Patroclus shook his head. As beautiful as the golden haired singer was, he would feel too embarrassed to wear a shirt with the man’s face on it in public. Nikolaos gave him a thumbs up and Briseis playfully rolled her eyes at his enthusiasm as she was led away.

Chuckling to himself, Patroclus began to look for an exit. Given that the exits at the front of the building were already packed, he elected to find a way out in the back.

After a few minutes of walking through somewhat empty hallways, Patroclus breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted a clear exit. It’d be nice to be able to leave without having to fight his way through throngs of passionate fans.

Just as he was about a foot away from the door, he gasped as someone crashed into him, dropping their phone in the process.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” the person exclaimed. “I wasn’t looking, got distracted.”

Patroclus immediately reached down to grab the stranger’s phone. “It’s okay! I wasn’t looking either, I—” He stopped in his profuse apology, mouth falling open at the sight in front of him.

Achilles.

If it was even possible, the man seemed even more radiant and gorgeous than before as he stood in front of him. The singer’s eyes were wide with concern, and his soft pink lips were parted ever so slightly. Once the golden haired man was sure that Patroclus wasn’t hurt at all by their clashing, his eyes softened and a pleasant smile graced his lips.

Wordlessly, Patroclus handed Achilles his phone. He blinked a few times, looking up at the golden haired man before him. He considered himself a relatively tall person, but the singer still managed to give him pause as he observed his stature.

A blush fell across Patroclus’s cheeks as he realized that he was staring. “Sorry,” he managed to say. “I’m going to go now.” His hand reached to the doorknob, beginning to turn it, when the blonde reached out and placed his own hand on top.

“Wait.”

Patroclus halted. Curious eyes roved over the blonde singer once more.

“What was your name again?” Patroclus hadn’t even given it in the first place.

“Patroclus,” the brunette choked out.

“Patroclus,” Achilles tested it out. Pa-tro-clus. The name rolled off his tongue easily, as if it were meant to be said by him, and him alone. “I’m Achilles.” His eyes wandered swiftly over the man before him.

Patroclus nodded, looking to where the man’s hand sat atop his own. “I know who you are.”

Achilles removed his hand slowly. “A fan?” he asked, lips quirking up once more in a charming smile.

“No,” Patroclus said quickly, eyes widening when he realized how that sounded. “I mean, yes! Well, I’ve heard a few of your songs. I just came here with a couple of my friends. Not that I didn’t want to come to begin with!” His mouth snapped shut before he could continue babbling on.

He wasn’t usually this talkative.

A laugh bubbled up from Achilles’s throat, and Patroclus absently thought it sounded almost as beautiful as the music he heard tonight.

“Patroclus.” Pa-tro-clus. “I understand. I appreciate your support.” His smile showed his teeth now, pearly white and without flaw.

“Of course,” Patroclus said, managing a gentle upturn of his lips in return. “I should go now. My friends will be waiting for me.” He knew that they were definitely still going through the merch line, but he couldn’t bear the awkwardness of the situation he’d found himself in. “It’s been great meeting you. I enjoyed your concert.”

“You have to leave so soon?” Achilles frowned, and Patroclus’s heart fluttered traitorously in his chest when he saw the puppy dog eyes the blonde was giving him. “Well, at least let me walk you out.”

Patroclus agreed, and allowed the singer to open the door he had tried to exit through earlier.

Immediately upon their exit, they were met with the flash of what felt like a thousand camera lights, and shouts that rang through Patroclus’s ears. Instantly, Achilles wrapped his arm around the other’s waist protectively.

“Achilles!” one voice shouted. “How was the concert?”

“Achilles!” another one. “What do you have to say about your fight with Hector?”

Cameras clicked, lights flashed. As if in sync, the mob caught onto the other unfamiliar man alongside the singer.

“Who is this with you, Achilles?”

Achilles’s grip tightened around Patroclus. A practiced grin met the cameras’ flashes.

“This is my boyfriend,” the words fell out of the singer’s lips.

Wait, Patroclus froze, What?!

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